A short, corona virus, shelter in place poem =]
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 phantom, 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.
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