Filia

We aren't there yet, in that space
where we could say without a doubt

that there's nothing more the world
could offer by way of delight, curiosity,

ornament, or conviction. 
We each go home with new fears:

unbearable images of the dying,
of fallen cities. In my own 

small life, I feel powerless to restore 
those bonds that have weakened. 

When I say weakened,
I know I am showing the hope 

I continue to harbor.
That all is not lost, though I don't 

know what that looks like,
not yet.