Isolation
Waking on the floor alone
beneath the carpet, hard as stone
my even breath in monotone
each joint a grinding, bone to bone
Beyond the boxes strewn about
a single window, shrouded doubt
betwixt the breach light trickles out
draw back the darkness with a pout
Streets below the windowsill
are barren metros standing still
their silence a peculiar skill
affliction in the morning chill
Confined, restrained and without you
the home we make is split in two
isolation is nothing new
to broken hearts that remain true
PK and I were half moved in together March, 24. Due to COVID-19 I was required to isolate in the city while she remained in the suburbs, waiting for me to join her.
- March 24, 2020 -
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