Saturday, April 4, 2020

The Last Beautiful Day


The last beautiful day
was the one we spent with you.

You said, this might be
our last beautiful afternoon
for a while.
To which I replied, Nonsense –
We’ll make them all beautiful.
 
And you smiled and said, 
Of course we will.
 
Little did we know
the order would come –
the park is no longer a safe place
to enjoy an afternoon with friends.

The weather shifted,
we retreated into our separate homes,
brought the soccer balls inside,
shut our doors against
the grey tide of rising fear.

Now we share hailstorms over FaceTime,
text about getting caught in the rain
that seems to have settled in for good,
marvel at how the world has changed
since that last beautiful day.

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