Excerpt:

Where are you?
I can’t see you.
I won’t be able to see you for weeks upon weeks.
And how will we be then?
Nothing left
but a man
and a woman
and an ocean of spilled blood,
Frozen over.
But are we man?
And are you woman?
Is that what we’ve changed into?
No regrets for our youth.
Say a fond farewell
To Sylvia
And seventeen.