She and he were on the cusp
Of turning into an us
But not close enough
To manage six feet apart
Technology betrayed them
Love had not yet crystallized
There was not enough
To maintain or replicate
In solitary limbo
She was uncertain
Of how to miss him
In his silence he agreed
Possibility faded
As they disintegrated
Without an ending
Of what had not begun
Category: Poems
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Us
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Our Days
From horribly wrong
To just a little bit off
Days are long and strange
But in our hiding
We are free of perfection
As our long required goal
Putting on our masks
We gently removed
The ones we never needed
Why not tell the truth
When all of us are losing
Someone we loved
Something we needed
Some semblance of us
At least we can raise
Our united hands
Sanitized and gloved
From the closest we have been
At six feet apart
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April Snow
Snowfall in AprilWould normally outrage meBut not anymoreJust not a problemIn the grand scheme of what nextIt is ironicThat this bit of snowHas me readying myselfTo take a nice walk
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Not Astray
Dare to base your plansOn best case scenariosTell me if you wishSo I can keep my secretI will meet you there
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Holding on
On harsh winter days
Summer is a distant dream
But it is guaranteedWith a collective sigh of relief
We stroll in the sunshine
Embrace starlit breezy nights
Voice our gratitude daily
Without reminder or reason
We effortlessly thrive
In our vibrant togethernessOn these identical days
My mind will wander
In sad directions
Into the endless unknown
With one exceptionSummer has not yet arrived
Of its perfect promise
I will not let go
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Anxiety Flexes
I have wondered why
My most level headed friends
Are acting so strange
Scattered and confused
Relentless in their projects
Exhausted but wired
Smiling through sad tired eyes
Refusing defeat
Against internal battles
Such a mystery
But then one day it hit me
My cool and collected friends
Are unfamiliar
With intense anxiety
With no sign of letting up
It does not make sense
There is nothing they can do
They are always shook
I wish I could help
If only I knew how to
Suddenly old roles reversed
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Autumn
On some autumn evening
Years away from all of this
When I am lucky enough
To stand next to someone|
Who i think I could love
I will replace playing it cool
With a warm embrace
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Summer
On some summer night
Years away from all of this
Let’s sit on a bench
In the loveliest of parks
Zero feet apart
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One Winter’s Day
I promiseOn some winter dayYears away from all of thisWhen we are tired and stressedSick of ice and snowBemoaning our fateIn a crowded coffee shopThat I will stop usSo we can instead shake handsThere in paradise
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What I Miss
I miss the music of laughter among friends mingled with the bustling sound of a restaurant at night.I miss the warmth that comes from sitting next to someone you love and how it eases away the day’s worries without a single word.I miss twinkling eyes and the nuances of them. The gold flecks that make brown eyes nearly auburn. The mix of blue and green that creates a shade of color without a name.I miss gently held hands, hearty hugs, and long awaited kisses that are the reason diaries were invented.I miss all the intangible beautiful moments that technology hasn’t and will never catch up with.I look forward to the days when we all can share them again any time, anywhere with anyone.
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Later Days
What will we have learned
Who will we turn out to be
When this crisis ends
Kinder and wiser
Full of humble gratitude
For every handshake
Poems of Pandemic Days by Alice Curley 