A Poem for This Time

There is no leaving now

only a sitting silence

that will fill this void

like a death of someone

Well loved

That anticipatory grief 

makes you believe it

Won’t happen

Can’t possibly happen

Still breathing means hope

Hope is with those of us who

still find rainbows and unicorns

under our pillows, and we are willing

to fight to bring them into the light

And cut the sarcasm

Cut the clueless moaning and groaning

threats of leaving cause it’s broken.

You are not broken. I am not broken.

We’ve turned our “I don’t knows” into

reasons for not trying to fix it

To understand and let the disagreements 

Bring us closer together rather than miles and oceans

continents, worlds apart

There is no leaving now

If you do, where will you belong

If you do, what will we do in your absence?