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.