Connection

This odd week ends with that most
Pernicious of holidays,
A celebration of romantic love
That manages to make most of us feel like failures.
Whatever.

This week I have sat with those who cried,
Read emails from those hurting and annoyed,
Entered in to grief and isolation,
Brokenness and pain.

Phil looked at me today and said,
You look sad.
And I think that’s fair.
The world has too little connection,
And there’s not a day to mourn that.