The beginning of this cry began through our walls
It screamed and banged through at the crack of dawn. Rose to confusion only to hear heart-sink and face shrink. Tears, cold, why.

This is war
And we are trashed right in it
right at the finger tip
Write
Our immune systems are the active soldiers of this active silent war
Breath is here but we are afraid of it
Touch is inevitable but we fear it
Love is feeling lonely
The lock had penetrated the soul

I want to hug the air with no surface inbetween, all natural. I feel like I am the one now that possess the mindset of those who went all in with unprotected sex during a pandemic. How many times? How many people? How many?
I just want a bare hug, I just need to take it all in, even if it means my last breath.
Undress my nostrils… Wow I never thought I’d say those words.
Undress my nostrils my lungs are crashing

Will we ever live to see these smiles
These miles have masked smiles
Staring in the beauty of these eyes is terrifying
Catch a good clumps this might be the last time.

Your eyes looked beautiful when I saw you. The mask forced me to look into them and the sun was the lighting technician of the event. So we wrote pieces of poems