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Life and Love Poetry

A notification, March 17, 2020

The moment a pandemic became personal.

I woke up in an
unfamiliar bed.
9 a.m. light shimmered shadows
through the blinds on the door.

I laid there for a moment,
remembering where I was.
I remembered I was safe
in body, yet in soul it would soon change.
I plucked my phone from the nightstand.

The last second of normal life passed
with the swipe of my lock screen,
before I knew it was something I could miss.

I wish I could go back and say
to that groggy girl in the bed:
This is the last moment of the before,
and every
single
thing
changes in the after.

By laurenstockam

Lauren is graduate student at Missouri State University in Springfield, MO.

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