by Arden Gonzalez

For the past two years we’ve seen nothing but eyes

No more mouthing words to your friends in classrooms

Or noticing cheeks blush like roses on a warm Spring day

We got used to the loss of connection 

Yet, at the beginning of March, all of that came back

I hadn’t even seen what was underneath most of these masks 

But here I am, sitting in class, finally able to admire the dimples on a laughing face again

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