It's funny how now we're torn
apart - other ends of the world,
or the street -
we've never felt closer.
Suddenly every glimpse
of a familiar face,
every voice through a shaky line,
glows with light only visible
in such darkness.
Amidst the icy fear and closing doors,
I've grown warmer;
Loneliness has filled my heart with love,
love that pours out to those with whom
I've shared but a few passing words.
Through our walls of separation
far from the reach of any human touch,
we still embrace.
We hold on tighter than ever before,
because in these times we are grateful
for each other. Nothing more.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC
It's funny how now we're torn
apart - other ends of the world,
or the street -
we've never felt closer.
Suddenly every glimpse
of a familiar face,
every voice through a shaky line,
glows with light only visible
in such darkness.
Amidst the icy fear and closing doors,
I've grown warmer;
Loneliness has filled my heart with love,
love that pours out to those with whom
I've shared but a few passing words.
Through our walls of separation
far from the reach of any human touch,
we still embrace.
We hold on tighter than ever before,
because in these times we are grateful
for each other. Nothing more.
