Conversation XVI

I thought I would die
I won't wake up
after the heavy, dark night.

But here I am
awake and alive
I sit
I sit
Do you know
this is the 16th conversation?


we talk
we talk
Do you count?

I thought I would die
after I wrote to you
last night
the letter
is buried under the pillow
There is no mail
to deliver

The virus
the sun
The virus
has eaten everything
Even the words
Even the touch
Even the colors
Did we touch? 

I thought
I would die
But I am awake and alive
I don't look well.

LKO