The last time we met.
I thought I hugged you tight,
Somehow it seems less now,
Stars suddenly dim
making the moon
restless.
Hard to breathe, harder to pretend.
Pretence, because normal is non existent
Pretence, because my happiness, chose
you over me
I thought I kissed you
enough,
that the world would explode,
if we did some more,
I wish I had rather let the world explode,
for every night,
my heart busts aches with regret.
The last time we met, I pulled you closer
Hoping to catch your scent,
snugly tucked, safely stored
guarded, in my memory.
That's all there is now,
a mild scent as evidence
reminding things,
for how it used to be.
Quarantine issues