Two months in, too many more to go…

We went back into our homes one day,

Closed the doors behind us and drawing the curtains,

Cowering away from a new serial killer we could not see.

We stayed in for a few days,

Learning how to speak in different languages,

We got creative and played new games,

And then baked and ate it all.

The days grew into each other,

And slowly became stretchy bubblegum weeks,

We monitored the daily numbers,

Until the numbers made us numb,

So we got brave and ventured outdoors,

We said it was to buy essentials but really it was to shake the cabin fever.

We began to suffer Zoom fatigue,

And Teams exhaustion,

We began to flaunt the rules,

Or thought they didn’t apply to us,

We started to find a new normal,

But still we asked “When is this all going to be over”.

We worried about the economy,

And wondered if the outside missed us,

Then the news of a colleague at work,

A neighbor,

Outbreaks at the local pharmacy or a hospital we may use.

The numbers that had numbed us suddenly gave us new reasons to fear,

When would we get the message of a brother or a sister,

And would our four new friends with their catchy tune begin to draw near?

It’s a strange thing…

It’s a strange thing to meet you and not extend an arm to pull you closer

and tilt my chin up instinctively

to feel you head against my heart

It’s a strange seeing you smile

but realise your eyes are saying something else

and to feel overwhelmed by that same dread for the days to come

It’s strange stopping myself from saying let’s go grab breakfast

or to go quickly gobble up pizza

despite the promises to eat better

It’s a strange thing to text more and get responses

in a time when the words feel utterly futile

and yet so much more essential

It’s going to be a strange new world we will emerge into

broken and then pieced together to start over

and I’ll raise my arm place it on your shoulder

so that we can walk together once more