We stomp quietly down the stairs.
Through our imagination of a maze to the front door.
You walk slowly, a few steps behind.
You open the door and turned around,
I hug you,
You hug me back.
It was not just a hug,
Because of the feeling,
of you caring about just the slightest
means a lot.
It may be cheesy,
At least it's not blue cheese.
I hugged you,
I wanted it to last,
Just a little longer,
So that hug,
Could have,
Lasted longer.
