Matters little
timing
oh the time of year
may suggest a passion
a wanton sacrifice in logic
only for the sake of love.
I walked alone tonight
in a world of distance,
a new normal
hopefully increasingly brief
the days ahead
numerous and sad.
Imagine the lonely,
already lives of torment
they might rather not control
despite themselves,
now in a forcibly
institutional shelter
forever to depend
only upon
their silent sanity.
I will reach forever says the quiet
only matter our mortal chariot.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020
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