E.B. Pointy-Pen

Once upon a time it was perfect...

We had no illness holding us back
no one was checking the news to see how many people the stupid virus had killed that day
everyone was hanging out and having gatherings of friends.

this whole experience 
has been like a trip to somewhere no one is sure even exists
no one has a clue what will happen to us
this whole universe is driving in the same car
yet we're so far apart

I just want to go
down this winding road
to travel it's full length
and do it again
and again
and again...
I want to spend hours 
going up and down this road
the wind in my hair and my friends surrounding me

Here is the progress of Covid's affect on all,
in 13 lines,
to describe what the world has been like from late late February, until who knows when? Probably this Fall.

People walking rushedly in and out of the grocery stores
Signs saying things like "KEEP SIX FEET APART" cover the sliding doors
Behind the masks are tired eyes, tired of following these directions posted all over our lives

don't follow me like this
don't keep chasing me when i try to run away
try to hide
i feel you coming closer
you've cornered me
i have my head in my hands and my heart beating louder than ever