Already I’ve forgotten what your smile looks like crinkled cheeks and gentle warmth Wear a mask My arms no longer reach out to embrace Keep your distance Avoiding eye contact puts more space between us Keep safe It’s only for a few months they said in March The calendar says nearly a year has passed by What will happen if we forget what we’ve been forbidden to do?
I’m participating in Poetry Friday where others who are sharing and writing poetry come to gather. You can find more poems to read this week here at the site of Jone Rush MacCulluch, who is hosting Poetry Friday this week.
Islands of My Soul 
Oh yes, this is just what this long year has been like. I hope we remember.
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Appreciations for putting words to this real concern. Beautiful words.
Jan at Bookseedstudio
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I totally feel this poem, the masks, the lack of embraces, it’s been such a long year.
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Yes, this has been what the year has been like. It will be such a joy and relief to be with people again, someday.
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Shari, your poem provides much introspective thought regarding our drastically changed world. Your words tell of longing for what has been lost (for now) and you express a quiet hope and yearning that we can at some point return to what was comfortable and familiar. Your words speak to us and for us.
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