"i'll see you soon by the next full moon it won't be long, just wait."
the next moon came nothing had changed it wasn't written in our fate.
"wish you were here so i could hold you near and talk and laugh all day."
it wasn't to be so i'd wait patiently there were rules we had to obey
four months have gone by every day i have cried just sad and feeling alone.
"i miss you too much i so crave your touch i'd rather be there than at home."
just come and meet me we'll do it discreetly we don't have to tell anyone.
"now i just miss you more and it's left my heart sore and wondering, what have we done?"
the battle with willpower and ethics of seeing your s/o during lockdown and the consequences of a "quick fix" meet that will usually have you more desperate than before