Thinking about
your thoughtful smile,
and the way
you’d brush your hair
out of your face.
You’d laugh,
almost as if
you didn’t care
that the world
was ending.
.
Clamor and catastrophe.
All the things
that never seemed
to cross your mind.
Not that you were
cool and composed;
always a mess,
even at the
very best of times.
.
But somehow,
through all of this
and more,
you and I
have survived.
What a crazy time
to be alive.
.
Wondering what you
would do now?
How you’re keeping
your feet on the ground?
I wonder
if your laugh
still sounds
like an angel’s?
.
.
HG – 2020
