What was normal is now a room
full of strangers searching the darkness
for someone who kisses
a grandmother who has never gone
this long without embrace. Weren’t we
always afraid that saying you love someone
was a means of killing them slowly?
Oh, the answers we thought we wanted.
We remember the last normal day,
which sounds like a story in the Bible.
Verses containing how we loved
“in the time of Corona”
and in the time of everything else.
Some of us remember better
and some of us see the world
The heart does not always keep