Distant Socially
I smell the air today
And it's the stench of
Life leaving.
Everywhere you look
The usual standbys are not
Where they were.
I can feel the skin
On my arm as it
Seems to be wrong
Not wet enough
Or dry enough
Maybe it's the sign
We were waiting on
The end of days is here.
Not as a giant explosion
But as a unraveling.
Began with a virus
And politics as usual
But now, if you pay attention,
You'll notice the far away
Credits are beginning to roll.
I can count on one hand
The people I miss
When I wake up.
I can count on two hands
The people I wish
Were back behind me
As we walk into the next
Phase or chapter or verse.
I hope the sweat was worth it
And the silliness we thought
Meant something
Is so ridiculous
As we view it in our
Rear view mirror.
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