Oh, absent one, I miss you. Darling, an empty place awaits you. Thrushes chirp their dissatisfaction in the garden as I doze with boredom. I send my well wishes from a distance.
Oh, absent one, my digital ghost. You're here when I call but not here. I brush my hair with discontent, I eat bitter, lonely meals to stay alive. I send my love from a distance.
a short corona virus free verse poem about isolation