Beside the lake, while the sun set so red
It almost set the long jetty aflame.
Two years of wasted time and stabbing dread
That our days — our moments — are passing by,
Bringing us nearer to the night we die.
The lake is cold in this viral winter.
Sunsets are diminished, and never warm,
And the jetty is twisted and broken
After the havoc of the last freak storm.
Each night at dinner I cry, unstable,
I can’t see your face across the table.
