Love in the Time of Pandemic
I want to inhale you, smell your hair, rub my cheek against yours, hold you close and dance in the moonlight
I want to talk to you, tell you everything: the important stuff, the trivial stuff, the mind-blowing stuff, the boring stuff
I want to hold your hand, sit in silence, sip from the same glass, eat from the same plate, sleep in the same bed
I want to kiss you endlessly, hungrily, like I can’t get enough, because I can’t get enough; I can never get enough of you
In sickness, in health; close, or faraway; in sadness, in elation; for better or for worse…
I hope this is not the worst that could ever happen, beyond anyone’s imagination.
I hope it doesn’t get any worse than this. I hope it gets better. I hope we all get better… Or at least survive… Or at least clear the way for a beautiful new day