It’s too long…
since my eyes feasted
on the welcome sight of a friend before me,
since my shoes tasted
the pavement of streets beyond my own,
since my hands treasured
a glass of cheap beer at a bar,
since my mind swallowed
information unpolluted by anxiety.
They’re too long…
my eyebrows begging
to be waxed,
my scattered split-ends screaming
for an overdue cut,
these afternoons entertaining uncertain children longing
for friends and a sense of normalcy.
these restless nights of fitful sleep haunted
by ghosts standing closer than six feet,
these meetings on Zoom forcing
me to mute my voice and my emotions.
It’s all too long…
But I am afraid.
And all I have is time.