We sit in a heap of yearning
All of us
We are waiting
Waiting for the uncertainty to end
Waiting for the touch of a hand.
Waiting To put our arms around our children Who are suffering andcannot be reached
We are waiting for the rage at loss to ease
Lost friends, lost lovers, lost years that we will never have.
We need help
We need strength
We need to see the futility
Of anything
That isn’t you or me
Or love.