Poem: She Is Waiting

She Is Waiting

for me to finish
my writing
tonight.  She
is in bed already,
but I am still here
writing.  Tonight
is a slow night,
I cannot find
anything worth
putting into a poem.
There is too much
that matters
too much, I do not
know how
to write it.  I should
just go to her, not
keep writing.  I can
at least comfort her,
tonight when dreams
about the virus return.

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