9 am Sat

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

One thought on “9 am Sat

  1. 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.

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