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.
