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

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