Gasping for Love
The miles haven’t lengthened;
But with this darned virus,
It’s no more the distance
That’s galling.
Sequestered in separate rooms,
Bonded only by the Net,
Continents apart,
We pine.
Strange though it might seem,
The next rendezvous,
Is no longer when—
But if … if ever.
No lockdown for the birds,
With their merry chirps,
Nor the bee, lapping
The nectar in ecstasy.
Abie Alexander
© April 13, 2020
Gasping for Love