No alarm you’re in harms way a million miles away
saw the time need a rhyme what can I say
App’s a mess so I guess I’ll try to log the laptop now
but the passwords’ failing the passwords fail me
my finger’s in the keychain- gotta get in my e-mail
the past words fail me my past words fail me
what to say when your out in the fray and I’m still here
said goodbye didn’t cry now you’re up in the sky
breathing air with careless strangers flying hope
to get your horde out of lockdown storage
but the passwords’ failing the passwords fail me
I’m locked out of your journey- pray N95 will save me
the past words fail me my past words fail me
what to say when your out by the Bay and I’m still here
Oh . . . I can relate to these frustrations! They’re silent, gnawing nuisances that keep us from what’s important.
This poem navigates us past these problems, though, and I find myself happy that you’ve made that needed connection, even though there is loss.