Calls, visits, messages, flicks
It’s been a few serene months
Packaged party packs of time

Rides, pasta, walks, beers
The moments never forgotten
Escapes into our little spaces

Clenched, touched, held hands
Whispered words, delivering thoughts
Like melted dark chocolate squares

An orange sun’s dipping again
Carving tasty mature calendar days
As our shadow dance till morning

By Amaury