Tied Hands

Form: Epistle

Don’t worry about me, my lovely
it’s out of my hands
and my hands are tied
we will get through this
and on the other side
we will dance the tango
with our hands tied
on our wedding day

I am scared, my lovely
not about getting sick
but missing things that matter
like your birthday
or the anniversary of you and me
even though you will need to remind me
so, I think I remembered

Don’t you worry, my lovely
it will be okay
I will be okay
we will be okay
remember this, my lovely
I love you
here or there
I love you

Always, all ways
your crazy-assed poet

©JG Farmer 2020

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