Embrace

I want someone to hug.

Not the clammy embrace of a mother,
the rough put-the-arms-around of a father,
the fleeting cuddle of a sister,
or the likeable hug of an uncle or aunt.

I want the touch of a person
who loves me for who I am
understands me when I'm silent
laughs with me through joy
cries with me through sorrow
holds me as the tears fall
and never lets go, even at the end.

If I ever find such a person,
my only hope is this:

That I can do the same in return.