She was sleeping but wasn’t tired -
simply cozy and warm
and happy to be by his side.
There wasn’t anywhere to go, anyway.
Even if she fought through the rain
(and the wind - you don’t hear enough
about the wind these days, always fleeting)
we were, well, quarantined.
He was everywhere,
like dust on shelves,
like pop hits on the radio,
like fake news on television.
During trying times,
to be cozy and warm,
well fed and by his side
was more than enough.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC
She was sleeping but wasn’t tired -
simply cozy and warm
and happy to be by his side.
There wasn’t anywhere to go, anyway.
Even if she fought through the rain
(and the wind - you don’t hear enough
about the wind these days, always fleeting)
we were, well, quarantined.
He was everywhere,
like dust on shelves,
like pop hits on the radio,
like fake news on television.
During trying times,
to be cozy and warm,
well fed and by his side
was more than enough.
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