The pandemic

By

Taught me that
When I sob, the
Inside of my
Face smells
Like chlorine,

And I have
Been made
A whole pool

Many times.

—-

Loss is like
Liquid, it
Dropped
Through
My fingers
Every time.

—-

Life is very
Precious &

I would like
To spend the

Remaining
Time I have
Of it with you.

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