Up and down aisles of glass,
\nnever looking more fragile,
\nI wandered until I found you:
\nFaithful old friends,
\nnew comrades,
\nsome along to see how they meshed.<\/p>\n
A few for comfort on bad nights,
\nor to liven up good nights,
\nand some just because Quarantine.
\nI promised you we’d both see the end of this.
\nIn weeks or months.<\/p>\n
I brought you back in heavy bags,
\nset up a place where the kids wouldn’t bother you
\nWe started hanging out almost every night
\n(once the kids were in bed).
\nThe news got worse,
\nthe streets emptied out,
\nthe numbers got uglier,
\nroutines crumbled,
\ntempers flared,
\nbut you were there for me.<\/p>\n
But as things darkened further yet,
\nand Quarantine just became life,
\nI watched you dwindle away,
\nlosing weight and color,
\nuntil a few of you vanished entirely.<\/p>\n
Had I been relying on you too much?
\nYou wouldn’t confirm it
\n(always so stoic).<\/p>\n
But neither would you deny it.
\nBecause, after all, you’ve never lied to me.<\/p>\n
I gave you more space; checking in once or twice a week.
\nWe don’t hang out alone as much as we used to, but you seem fine with it.
\nYou have your faults, but you’re not needy.<\/p>\n
I promised you we’d both see the end of this.
\nEven if we don’t see each other much, until the end.<\/p>\n
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