They say sometimes absence makes the heart grow fonder. That was the inspiration for this Typewriter Rodeo poem.
A Quarantine Love Poem
i’m alone in a room
but i feel you with me
how?
i don’t know.
the memory of touch
is like a ghost
and yet your whisper
tickles my ear
i miss you so much
part of my chest
is carved away
leaving an empty space
with your contour
but through some starlit alchemy
i’ve never felt so close
to anyone
as we talk voice to voice
send our words in text
photographs of flowers
dumb videos of the dog
emotions
we never expressed
in person
this distance
is more social
than I expected
and i’m scared
for it
to end
