I cannot question it, I have no doubt
I know it, I feel it
Past my flesh, down to the bones that hold me up,
It's you
No I don't believe in love at first sight,
But from the moment your eyes looked into mine that very first time, a small part of me knew
And each time your voice found me, each time you look at me with forever in your eyes, that realization spread,
Like a wildfire ravaging through my body
Until every fragment of me knew, pulsating in my veins and in my heart
And it screams to me loudly in the quiet of the night,
And it whispers to me in the chaos of the day
It's you,
And my mind and body won't allow me to forget it

I wake up, it's April 1st
It should be like any other April 1st,
the weather shifting from cold to warm, to cold, as Mother Nature cannot make up her mind just yet
Green stems peeking out from under soft soil, damp from the rain before sunrise
sound filling the air is of sweet blue jays and the occasional hummingbird buzzing by
Children down the street are drawing on the sidewalk with brightly colored chalks, while their parents talk about Easter plans
A sense of excitement, of new beginnings as the winter blues melted away with the snow
But today is not that April 1st.
I'm woken by hail, pounding down on this rusted cabin roof
The air is stale and weighs heavy in my lungs
the birds are bustling about as usual, but instead of sweet melodies, I'm irritated at their noisiness
No sign of children playing,
no sign of parents making weekend plans
When my eyes finally do catch another person
Its fear and uncertainty filling their eyes
it's wearing a mask so they don't breathe in the same air as I
it's wearing tightly fitted gloves on both hands
It's the strong stench of disinfectant we both bathed in prior to stepping out our own door
It's locking eyes, not from an beautiful human connection, but in pleads to keep your distance
It's a world I do not recognize
all remnants of a different time, all dreams, and all futures have been stashed away
put in a box and shoved under a bed for safe keeping
praying tomorrow we can dig them back out,
dust them off,
and the world we remember will come pouring out of them

We were once so full:
of 'hello pretty girl, good morning handsome',
goodnight kisses,
arms entangled around each other

We spoke 'I love you's as if the words were air that filled our lungs
My skin knew yours like a cloak, drenched, but keeping me safe from the rains
Your eyes were my lighthouse, guiding me home when the storms that surrounded me grew heavy.