Three Months
THREE MONTHS
Three months have passed since we met face-to-face,
Since I felt the warmth of your embrace
So long
Eighty-eight days of meeting on Zoom.
They say it’s like having you in the room
They’re wrong
It just reminds me of what we are missing;
And I do feel rather stupid kissing
My phone
And when we’ve finished and you are gone,
I’m right back where I started from
Alone.
Twelve weeks (and a half) I have been waiting,
Longing and anticipating
Wondering why
Every day I watch the clock,
Counting every tick and tock
Go by
I’ve even calculated seconds;
Seven million plus I reckon
Is that sad?
It’s just that, waiting here for you,
I have to find something to do
Or go mad
Yes, three months have passed since we met face-to-face,
Since I felt the warmth of your embrace
Too long
26th May 2021
Time poetry contest
Sponsor - Chantelle Ann Cooke
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