JanPoWriMo 4

They have been saying 
We are so close now
If we can just get through
The next two weeks
Or two shots
Or two months
It will all be over
But they did not count on
So many of us forgetting
What it means to be close
To something or someone
Having kept imposed distance
For so long even though
It seems reasonable
At this point to be nostalgic
For those lonesome days
In the early spring
When the earth could
Hear itself breathing again
Because we were not crowding
The skies or the roads
With the particulates
In their pervasive proximity
That will eventually after all
Herald our own destruction
When this is all over
So close and too soon