Renaissance of love.

05/14/20

We wandered aimlessly
Love was cheap
we took it for granted on the street.
We could be less patient and care less then.
So many places to find love –
The question was where, not when.

Love was in a park, on a bench, on a beach.
Love was upstairs and downstairs and in the way.
it was walking a path -It was sitting at a café
it was stopped at a light, and stalked you at night

Love is in a letter you never wrote, a card you never sent,
In the kids unfinished homework and the softness of their scent.
Love was online, on a menu, delivered to your door.
Love was pouring off of you in the sweat on your floor
When it was still safe to love, and you were so sure.

Love is in a color on your fingernails, in the roots of your hair.
Love was in your true love’s arms when you didn’t care.
It was mindless like wiping food off a baby’s face,
Love was in the cries, first words and steps that led no place.

Love was in the hand you held, the laugh you shared
Love was in the vows you exchanged, the day you dared,
Love was the wish when you blew your candles out.
Love was in money you worried about,
in fights you had, and in the tears you shed
In the sorry you said before you went to bed.

She is shyer now, harder to ignore.
She hides behind a mask like never before
She’s there in your eyes but they are harder to see.
You can’t hold a hand or hug or kiss – we are not free.
No sip from someone’s glass,
No grabbing someone’s ass,
No silliness no more
Danger’s at the door.

Love is among us, always with us,
Holding us, when we’ve forgotten her call.
She is eternal
the mother of all

Love lives in texts and emojis, in zoom,
Love lives in phone calls we don’t have to get off so soon.
Love lingers at day’s end
counting ways to make amends,
To hear the voice of an old friend,
to forget a wrong,
to make something right.
Love glides in on the memories we make when we can’t sleep at night.

Love is among us, always with us,
Holding us, when we’ve forgotten her call.
She is eternal
the mother of all

Love is in the guitar you bought, the piano you played.
Love lives in the pictures that are old and frayed,
The music you haven’t heard in so long;
is alive in something you read, or a song.
Love is in a poem you remember when the dishes are piling high
And the laundry you fold when no one hears you cry

Love is among us, always with us,
Holding us, when we’ve forgotten her call.
She is eternal
the mother of all

The meals you are cooking and the food you share
the cleaning and cleaning but no one seems to care.
Flowers are blooming, leaves are unfurling, birds are in flight.
We keep six feet between us and try not to fight.
Love is in your heart, broken with care
It’s in the emptiness, of a conversation that just isn’t there.
They call it a plague -it’s a story you’ll one day tell,
You’ll remember nights filled with thank-yous and the sound of a bell.
Wishing for a slow dance on a hot summer night,
a kiss that never ends, and the fear
it snowed in May – that crazy year.

Love is among us, always with us,
Holding us, when we’ve forgotten her call.
She is eternal
the mother of all