thirty one tomorrows

I don’t hug the same anymore— 

and I have you to thank for that.

I wish I had held you that day— 

really held you, but I didn’t

because when I said goodbye, 

I really meant I’ll see you tomorrow.

So I didn’t hug you because I thought tomorrow was guaranteed, 

for the both of us.

But now it’s been 31 tomorrows, 

and you aren’t in any of them.

So yes—

I hug differently now.

Because tomorrow isn’t a for-sure thing.