social distancing
stay-at-home orders...
the world is finally
getting in line
with me

Night noises rather know
How to snap
fingers
for heat
While wind
hears puddles shudder
Bashes chimes
all to hell
Rocks the house with no one
in it
Rain pits a heart
Against ungodly hour

I write, then
your words appear quickly
almost out of nowhere,
of nowhere that I'm sure,
from no place I'm
certain exists

My handful of shabby
sentences elicit a flood
and your thoughts engulf
me, engage me, suckle
me on hope like a
starving beast

These, our seasons,
always returning to dances
that we know and we do so
unduly well: I will injure
you—without intent—and
you'll withdraw

again,
until next time

you, ignorant still
your talk almost turns to courage —
as once did your poems—
around years erased

a written anniversary
memories of you and me, stirred
******* engraved with the time
when trust gifted us

Letters never sent
feelings that had eventually blend
with a cup of coffee and a pen
to whom I am still fond in the end

inevitable frost patterns
encircle our moments

infinitely falling mirrors
that quietly sparkle

send icy messages of
wind and eternal regret