Two Metres
Breath at two metresa chill march wind
we wait
unconsciously I tap
in time
you mime a smile
while a man sprays
plastic handles
on shopping carts.
It is cold out here
your breath
lingers in the air
two metres
our fingers musn't touch
it is all too much
sanitiser and gloves
a girl in a surgical mask
breaches the two metre rule
if a thousand masks could hide
a smile, I would forsake
for a breath of life
even at two metres
and I'll sing
as I linger, longing
for this disassociation
imposed
your smile is in repose
just two metres away
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2020-03-28 at 08:45
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