the wild fire has at last died down
we've emerged, safe and sound
shaking. in your fear you drown
while standing on solid ground
my hug is a verb, not a noun
i’ll wrap my arms around
you, the only thing I know how
i'll be your shock blanket, for now
i can’t smoothen that frown
or say, what’s lost can be found
but i can tell you: "i'm proud
of us, for making it out.”