our hidden brightness
Even though you may feel
the incessant nag of the virus on your body,
Even though you almost forgot the way
their warm cheek felt, pressed against yours,
Even though you find yourself reliving
the moments of sticky candy stuck to chins,
and sleepy heads pressed against your shoulder,
You have the eternal beating of your heart.
And with that precious commodity we have
Hope, and a future.
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