A Hug From a New Companion, Then Given
I did not receive the thing that I longed for the most. I did not feel the homely comfort of these arms. The sweet scent of vanilla remained ever so faint, Because I was left with eternal pain that would never dissipate: A hug from an estranged companion, never given.

At 10 p.m. at night, at the grocery store aisle, I had yearned to be bestowed upon by your sacred smile. A few comforting words would have done the trick, But, like a candle, my wax burned right off the wick.

The short end of the celestial stick, It seemed I had been with branded, For that long-wished-for hug still remained unhanded.

Just as the clouds would part To let the incandescent rays of the sun in, Like the way a pristine bow of light is framed in the heavens, I too was crowned in the sky, later in the day.

My yearning soon came to part too, For it gave way to companionship that was wholly new. The days now seemed a little brighter, And I wished to come in every day, Just to bask in the glow of someone else's evergreen display.

No longer was I an option; I soon became the choice. No longer was I unwelcome. The hurt was over, And it left no bitter taste, For straight would come the invite.

When I saw my companion at the green bushing glade, The invisible string of hope wrapped around me and it found its way. For I did not wish for your hug to be given in any way. So, an embrace from an estranged companion remained forever away, And I suppose that was the way that fate had planned it.