Covid, I tell you. Forgot to publish yesterday’s poem called “Out of Time”

It must be you
never really caught
on, weren’t smart
enough to know,
or weren’t thinking
about how true love
might grow when 
you could. Through
time it strengthens,
an eternal bonding,
the melding of hands
allowing you two
to pull both up and over,
build spans above anything.
In this binding together,
this united strength,
you’re steeled to cross
anything this world
throws in your way.
Finally, you get it,
only a little too late,
see by her expression
the long time she’s tried
and her interminable wait.
This revelation jolts her,
her hand slips free, seeing
she’s a century ahead of you,
you’re two centuries behind.