It was something like March 129th
When I was in my late twenties
And working even later nights
All the conversations were about
This new plague, it was all the rage
We kept trying to compare it to
Something we had weathered before
But while many were forced apart
We were truly together! in the fact
That all of us were utterly clueless
A forced, partial pause button
Open Task Manager, hit End Task
The messiest yet simplest way
To walk away and take a breath
Nothing truly set in stone, nothing
Too late to cancel, non-non-refundable
The freeways were empty, sky clear
I built a cathedral from wood pieces
Children had their parents home
Anxiety, when shared, feels lighter
I danced in my bedroom and wrote poetry
Learned French and felt guilty at how
Albeit briefly, I fell hard for the new abnormal
So quickly kissed the world we had goodbye.
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