Isolation Blues

Love after Covid

I want to be pushed, I want to be shoved,

I want to be stroked, I want to feel love.

I want to be nudged, I want to hold hands.

I want to hugged until I can’t stand.

I want to feel skin that isn’t my own.

I want to get into your personal zone.

I want to run my hands through your hair,

I want to breathe in your precious air.

I want there to be no space in the bed,

I want to wake up to your pillowed head.

The taste of your lips, the heat of your kiss.

I just had to reach out my hand before this.

If I’d thought it so fragile, I’d have treasured it more.

But now all we have are memories of before.

And lingering glances from six feet away

And so many plans for what we’ll do, one day…