An ode to those we lost during covid
the Loves we lost
Angie Weiland-Crosby
in the gloam of worldwide despair,
through windows and screens, we shared,
moments bereft of human touch,
intimate in our wish for love.
years went on in hopeless rhyme
as we watched life defy time,
locked inside and masked in fear,
longing for hope to draw near.
and when we had to say goodbye
to those who slipped into the night,
the stars dimmed, and a half-moon hung
in ceaseless grief that carried on.
through our powerlessness and pain,
we trudged miles in monochrome rain,
longing for the beast to end,
hugs and handshakes to begin.
beyond the heartache and the tears,
the world opened her eyes and ears
to resume life as known before
with hearts askew and families torn.
still, the Loves we lost live in our souls,
a deepened place that only knows
to keep alive those who have left
in ways the heart will not forget.
for the light that seals our bond
glimmers yet when loves are gone,
like a steady sunrise song,
whispering that life goes on.
the Loves we lost will be near
in soft smiles and memory’s tears,
a presence that will never die
if we make room to feel their lives.
