Four hundred days less two

I was away from you.

An emptiness in my heart.

Ten thousand hours apart

I should have learned

Yet I still yearned

For a smile unprotected.

Head and body still connected.

Spontaneous touch.

I missed so much.

Three hundred and ninety-eight days.

We were creative in so many ways…

March six twenty twenty

The rumors were scary and plenty.

The virus was here by then

The question was not if but when.

We lingered at that last good-bye

Not sure there would be another

We lingered at that last good-bye

But, today, I hugged my mother.