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Sitting at home, I see the white clouds outside my window moving slowly against the baby blue sky.
I step outside onto the balcony and feel the warmth of the day soak into my skin. Birds chirp in the trees that line the sidewalk outside of the condo I share with my partner.
I see people moving around outside, dashing from car to apartment door wearing multi-colored fabric masks to protect their faces. A delivery man opening the back of a large truck to drop parcels outside of people’s homes, his mask white against dark skin.
I think of you, sitting at home alone. Maybe you’re working from home. Maybe you’re furloughed and don’t know when your company will ask you back. Maybe you have a small business, and your anxiety eats you alive at night because you don’t know how you’ll feed your family once this is all over.
I want you to know — I see you. I feel your pain in my heart, and your worry sits heavy in my belly. My eyes have shed tears for you, as I think of the turmoil you go through looking into the uncertain future.
When you go to the kitchen to seek comfort in food, I wish I was there to make you a plate. To slice you apples. To warm up your favorite Pop-tarts.
When you pour that glass of wine to take off the edge of another stressful day, I wish…
