before Covid
you warned me it was
over. You said there was
no coming back. I knew myself

I could not ask. I did not think
the world would be in disaster. I was
stupid to believe in
happily, ever after. It feels strange

not to call your name. It would
be different if I paid you a visit
after Covid. I would not be able to
hold you. There would be barriers

across our faces. But they were in place
before the Covid struck. I only have
one kind of luck.