let me know when
it’s safe again
to hold you, or
to tell you how i really feel
it’s been a year, and
i’ve never felt more lonely
every conversation begins
with how we’re doing
every confusion only
empties us more
it’s been a year, and
we just keep moving
line upon line
precept upon precept
left foot, right foot
one breath after another
it’s been a year, and
hope deferred makes the heart sick
so we distract ourselves
with small things
carve time into new shapes
fill the shelves with books
it’s been a year, and
it’ll be another year
until i can hold you
so let’s hold onto that
it will give us something
we can use to fix each other
