Hi there
It’s 1:17 and i’m trying to sleep
But all of a sudden you come across my mind
It’s wonderful isn’t it
We were once strangers
Never once i thought it’d be miserable if we don’t talk
Never crossed my mind that it’d be you the one i’m looking for when nightmares come
I thank god and i thank the universe that we met
The first time i laid my eyes on you,
didn’t know they would be the one i’m looking for after a rough day
The first time those laughs came out of that mouth,
didn’t know it’d be the one i missed in the middle of the night starring at the ceiling
I’m so grateful that you happen to be the one
I once stopped wishing people to stay
But never once i stopped wishing on you
I love you

Piecemeal, a Coronavirus poem
by Michael R. Burch

And so it begins—the ending.
The narrowing veins, the soft tissues rending.
Your final solution is pending.
(A pale Piggy-Wiggy
will discount your death as no biggie.)

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Homebound, on the trail to new horizon.
Lost town, forgotten from where the trail was and where it began.
Like roses and cherry blossoms,
beauty isn’t forever.
I admire the concrete, the cement, the asphalt and rocks, at least they stay.
The songs I sing, lost their melody and beauty.
I head to concrete city
Where the hearts are exchanged for pennies and forgotten memories.
For once the leaf, the bird, and the frog..
aren’t things I admire.
I now find love and resonance in the solidness of structure,
And then maybe my heart won’t rupture.

If you're not going to stay
Might as well not start at all
While my heart is still unmarked
While my soul is still whole

Leave now
While I still have a grip on the pieces of me that want to go with you

Leave now
While I'm still capable of knowing that nobody survives a fall

Leave now
Because another second more
Is already too many seconds longer
And I am too vulnerable to fight this