In a crowded room
on a mid-spring night
there was a moment
when, sweet providence,
we found ourselves
alone and able to weep
and hold each other
as if there weren’t
conversations all around us,
as if it hadn’t been years
since we’d last fallen
into each other’s arms,
as if it were the most normal
and natural thing
to hug too long,
to weep because,
to forget the rest of the world
and know, in that moment,
what a gift it is
to trust.