Nervous and shaking,
He claps his hands around her
If for a second mistaking

The inherent nature of the embrace,
A depart, not by her part,
A mistake.

Confusion Abounds
Does she like him so?
His arms should circle and surround

The clumsy effort he makes
One of self-deprecation,
And admittedly, self-hate.

Something deeper perhaps?
With posture and demeanor,
Showing more than circumstance.

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