Isolation

Boxed in

lockdown

Scared

Worried

City is a ghost town

 

Can’t see you

Can’t talk to you

Can’t touch you

Feeling blue

Depression

So lonely

 

My hands yearn to speak

My eyes yearn to see

My arms yearn to touch

We cannot meet

 

Virtual online is not the same

Just a frame of your face

Pandemic is to blame

When can we play?

 

Unlocked

Masked up

Social distance

Happy to see 

City breathe life

 

Is this the new norm?

Our future is full of conform?

 

We will see

We will talk

We will touch

 

Once again.