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Another Hug.

  Another Hug. 

Ulises Vargas 

April 16, 2026. 


Do you leave or do you stay 

when we part and unhug

down from the height of your back 

to the last fingertip, 

so fast I don’t know 

if you’re hug was hot 

or if your heart was cold?


Do you leave or do you stay 

when I melt and act out 

over nothing I made into something 

and you feel dead and drained

for the obligation that is my whine? 


I know that look:

I always see it.

I know I’ve said too much. 


The dark room,

static of confused ashes, 

demented psychoses. 


I know my place 

enough to cry quiet

so my tears won’t disturb you 

and all’s well that ends well. 


But don’t let it end;

Don’t pull away;

Don’t leave my finger

because you’re leaving me. 


Another hug. 

Come back. 

I promise I won’t cry this time. 

I swear I’m not crazy;

I just really like you, 

like you like me. 

Hug me, and ignore my salty raindrops. 

All’s warm here;

All’s well, my love. 


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