Plague Poems on Nostr: Think nothing of your disappointing summer. The book you were hoping to write remains ...

Think nothing
of your disappointing summer.

The book
you were hoping to write
remains unwritten.
 
The trip
you were hoping to take
remains untaken.
 
The love
you were hoping to find
remains unfound.
 
You survived
another pandemic summer
and that is enough
to hope for.