When I Say Goodbye

A poem from 2020 to all the people counting down its death.

Photo by Mohammed Shamaa on Unsplash

I ask that you do not forget me.
That in every mirror you look into
you see my black mask
choking your face.
In every toast you make,
remember the hands you
can not brush, the lips
you can not touch.
Hear my dry cough
of reckoning let it remind you
what it was like.