I dreamt of friendships in the past,
of broken hearts
of dice miscast.
I dreamt of dreams I barely kissed,
the stars I reached
the ones I missed.
I dreamt of you-
my fair weather friend,
the one who vanished in the end.
I wonder how I can miss you so
and still question why you chose to go.
—
MMorehead 2020
One thousand people
passed away in just one day
souls in flight and gone.
One thousand hearts stop
one thousand families cry
for just one more day.
Yet anti maskers
cry of lost freedoms, crowding
us closer to death.
Their loved ones will mourn
when they lie alone and dying
viruses don’t care.
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