Sometimes, a shade of blue will remind me of you, and you specifically. I wonder, if this shade were water, would I be able to reach in and fetch small bits of your heart and soul?
Sometimes, blue tells a story
And you look nice in blue.

The sirens
are screaming.
The dogs are singing too.
While worlds outside are fleeing reality,
totality of being reduced to our five rooms and me and you,
we re-honeymoon.

corona
   naked
    dilemma
         malady
             dying

hold onto your
berets
fedoras
sombreros
beanies
because youre in for
a tsunami of
angry
scared
hurt
love poems.

The worst things last for 30 minutes
The best things last for 30 seconds
Life happens between those moments.

I'd rather evaporate