peaking out the window of my life
into yours and into others
into lover’s old phones and arms
we said we grew tired of
we got bored of singing the blues
and watching the news
with city views and nothing to do
so we went to find clues of our old selves
the ones we lost sometime in March
at the start and the fall, the beginning of it all
we concentrated too firmly on loose ends
and real friends kept us accountable
thank god for humility and candles
lit to bring light to the best part of us
that was just doing our best to
stay alive and stay afloat
yet, stayed under covers
for longer than we anticipated
because the blanket was weighted,
and the load was heavy,
the tears were wet,
our hands were too
from wiping the faces of
others we knew
we realized right then
we had nothing to prove