Covid20

By Bruce Clifford

Coming back from twenty days in a fog.
Forbidden secrets, the lost and unresolved.
Putting the pieces together.
Watching them all fall apart.
Here I remain with a lost soul and a broken heart.

Picking up the pieces of a puzzle that never fits.
Turning the vision towards the one I could never resist.
I was seventeen years old, we almost kissed.
What did we miss?

Picking up the pieces from twenty cycles of broken links.
Freedom teaches us nothing when there’s nothing left to believe.
Putting this all back together.
Watching this all fall apart.
Here I am with Covid20 within the dimensions of a shattered heart.

Twenty different ways I would show you.
I could show you even more.
Twenty different ways for me to love you.
I have always loved you.
Now I love you even more.

Returning from the fabrication of twenty nights in a daze.
Creative juices flowing all while lost in a primordial maze.
Looking through the romantic window of discovery and repair.
Nothing has changed about the ways I have always cared.

Picking up the pieces of a puzzle that never fits
Turning the vision towards the one I could never resist.
You were 18 years old, we almost kissed.
What did we miss?
What did we miss?

©6/8/2022 Bruce Clifford

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