you smelled like
cheap leather,
and cigarettes.

no wonder i had
headaches.

I am ready to rehearse
a thousand times
to say love to you
but you are not with me

Do you want to **** yourself,
or are you just bored?

Working while COVID is lurking,
You are selflessly nursing and returning,
Those that were hurting,
Sometimes it can be disconcerting
But remember, we are chirping because of you,
Thank you for serving.

You were always loving me "despite"
I needed you to love me "because"

I dreamed I was painting with a dancers feet again.
I woke and there was hurt, which is love, which means life and God and good... So, hurt can't be all too bad I guess.