How long will it be
Until that evanescent image
That my memory holds onto
Is solidified by your passing by
In my line of sight,
Until I see you again?
I’ve dedicated my time in quarantine
To writing poems about you
About your fox-like eyes
And your slender artist hands, and about how
I wouldn’t mind social distancing
If it didn’t prevent me
From seeing you, specifically
You, with your
Fox eyes
And artist hands
I’ve dedicated my time in quarantine
To looking through pictures of you
Something pointless, I know
But everything seems pointless
If you look at it a certain way
And really, is there a better way
To forget that i’m at home
Than to see you somewhere else
And pretend I am there too?
Though, staring at that picture
Of you in that café
The icing on your cake matching the color of your coat
I wonder why it is
That you are out
When i’m inside
That, through the screen, you look
As if there’s so much to be happy about
When, in my mirror, I look
As if there’s nothing
And then I get the news
Passed down from friend to friend
That you are sick
That you went out
And you got sick
And with this new perspective,
I wonder once again:
How long will it be
Until I see you again?
And how long will it be
Until I get sick too?
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This is so good! Very insightful. I love it!