April 1st (written on April 2nd)
April 02, 2020
When will we see
The sun again?
We go for walks
In the dead of winter
Just to pass the
Time. On the first
Of April, no one’s in
The mood for jokes or
Games. The man
Who’s never read
Picks up a book because
There’s nothing better
To do. The training of
The mind begins, stamina
Subtly increasing, sitting
In the grass, listening to
Rock music and sketching is
Such a distant memory. So
Heavy-handed, so dour
The language becomes because
There’s no other way to be.
Many miles away and I’m not
Even sure if we’re in love
Anymore, at least in the way
We were before. It’s about
The loss of control. A
Forgotten call to the father
On his birthday, though
You had all the time in the
World. And the little girl
Can’t cut the apple
By herself.