He was forty, I was nine

Confined, we grew closer; a quarantine chronicle

Photo by Brett Jordan on Unsplash

Staring,
Yesterdays blend into ‘morrows
Uncertain, in the shadows
He was forty, I was nine
We both filled our teacups
With chocolates, and wine

Vacant,
Dinner table, and memories
Wish for vibrancy, drowned in calories
He was forty, I was nine
We cranked up the music
A jig, to dreams enshrined

Video games,
Controlled, in control
Of the moment, Covid dole
He was forty, I was nine
Both tossed, by the wave of
Being confused, and confined

Notifications,
Open windows, closed tabs
Voices, faces, untouched, perturbed 
He was forty, I was nine
“Covid, go!” We willed and failed
So to fate, we resigned

Calming,
Shelved the bother, held our hopes
We’ve each other, that’s our rope 
He is forty, I am ten
Love’s the mould, it’s our glue
And the future, we’ll not dread

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