Day 63

Anger disappears,
With the touch of your hand,
Words from your lips,
Assure me, it's going to be alright.

This distance is one obstacle,
We will jump though hoops,
Roll over and play dead,
Just to meet once again.

Nothing or no one,
Will stop this train from rolling on,
Jump out of the way,
We are coming for each other.

Can you feel this dedication?
Do you hear our cries of frustration?
No backing down, we step forward,
Removing ourselves from this isolation.