Remember those halcyon days we held hands and walked across green lawns? You whacked me once, because I stole an apple from your bag. I had to explain I was hungry, and it was forgiven.
innocence cutting all divides soul-to-soul bonds ruled
Will I let you enter the sanitised environs of my house today? It matters where you are coming from, and were you quarantined for the requisite period?
new barriers where none existed before will haunt my conscience might become an open sore
You know what, I’ve not allowed certain people to enter the house, because I’ve never liked them. Covid becomes a valid excuse. But you? How do I explain?
accusations flying across cutting through our cherished bond I need to respect those with whom I’ve spent a lifetime
Why not meet on Zoom and do a virtual hug? Let us shed tears on our shackles. Let us pretend there is nothing else but this pandemic which separates us. There is so much that I need to share, and there can’t be anyone better than you.
yet it all feels so incomplete like I start writing a piece but don’t know how to begin or end