Pandemic Poem #29

Pandemic poem #29. Not everyone finds their person, not everyone has a person, not everyone wants a person, not everyone believes in soulmates. I did, and I do, and I’m grateful.

(Reading tip: if you are reading this on your phone screen, turning the screen sideways will result in a correct placement of each line; otherwise, they are broken up in unusual and not especially poetic fashion.)

 

Lines for My Life-Partner

I’ve made many mistakes in this lifetime
but one thing I got absolutely right
(and wholly by happy accident, as I’m no
Oracle predicting events to come)
was choosing you as the person to give
my heart to, with whom to be sequestered
and trapped during a global pandemic–
if it weren’t for you, I might go quite mad.

 

(Originally written 4/18/2020)

 

I invite those who are also writing creatively in response to the pandemic to share their words in the comments below. I am sharing the “poem-a-day” on Instagram and Twitter, as well; follow me @mridleyelmes !

About Melissa Ridley Elmes

Professor and writer; Unrepentant nerd; chaotic good. Author of Arthurian Things: A Collection of Poems. PhD, MFA. She/hers. Views my own.
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