With it as I can tell when we talk

That you pause and grimace and

You will say the latch is too open

And needs a matchbook or a lever

Or a piece of cloth to hold it tightening

As the door meets the frame and

You will tell me there is a space of

Air between where the seal should

Be and we should be more together

Like we used to when we smoked

And joked. That we are more than

The strength of these days of comfort

And social distance and growing

Anxious over the closing walls

That leave space around where our

Hearts use to be. There was a time

When I could feel your skin when

I saw you in a doorway and then you

Would look inside the soul of my

Skin and I don’t care what it was that

Was happening but it would be all

Right and there would be no gap

Between the longing and the time

When we paused before it was all

Made wrong again inside the room

Where there is a new door installed

To keep out the rain from the gutter

Crack above the wooden frame above

And the guy who put it in painted the

Frame, sloppy like but it does not

Matter because we will cover it up

When the house is painted after the

Rain season when the wood won’t dampen

And we know we might be all right

Or maybe not and I know how it is

This time when I start again to feel that

Certainness around my skin just like I

Imagine it when there is a baby and the

Still of a long-ago-even time when we were both cut even.