He has gone to sleep
But I have not
And I am here laying awake thinking
“I am so screwed
For tomorrow.”

Sickness is the last thing I needed, but
The virus comes at
The worst of times.
Of course.

I never needed feelings,
And I got them.
And new love never felt so good
Like tilting someone for the fun of it
Then untilting them, because
“I like you.”

But the world does what it may and
By the time this all passes I will have
Become devoid and
Nothing will be left but ashes and
I will fall
Yet again.


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