I don’t want flowers, or a card.
I want real people, real time.
I want you to come to my parking lot and toss a football or baseball,
To meet me at the park and walk, apart, but together.
So I can see you from afar, and take video,
So I can watch it again and again.
I want you to remember me,
Remember I’m lonely and scared.
I want you to know I distance,
because I care about you, myself, and others.
I want you to know I hope to see you again,
that I imagine…
I might never see you again.