Symptoms of a Pandemic


It became,
that some days I’d bite into like a juicy fruit,
taking in all the extra time that was gifted to me.

Other days it was hard to get out of bed.

Occasionally, I’d see friends, 
we’d go for walks, single file, 6 ft in between.
Those days felt like sick jokes,
a taste of a life that was no longer ours to keep.

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