gloom persists outside,
connections in the ether
palpitate with love—
spirits serenade—
a screen connects our eyes
to the vows expressed
in spite of sour wine
a virus held hostage ends
at least a little while
forgetting is a
privilege some of us don’t
understand, or get
love is the key that 
most of us lose along the 
way, please go home soon
I cry because I
remember how much we’ve grown
since we last survived
love each other the
way only lovers who brave
it all out can love