The end of the line,
killing time.
Separated by a couple of feet,
and with a slight paranoia in the mind.
COVID-19,
separation anxiety,
am I separated as much as I should be from humanity?
And what a thing it is this separation anxiety,
what a thing not to be able to see your friends,
as much as you would like,
what a thing to dislike,
for this separation from our loved ones and friends,
it is a hard thing to cope with, but I am sure that in the end,
we will more than make up for it,
and we will certainly enjoy ourselves,
and probably after drinking too much,
we will probably be less separated than we used to be,
and we will be falling over each other drunkenly,
and in the end,
drunkenly at the end of the night when everything has returned to normal,
and our social lives are regained,
how happy we will be once more with our friends,
happy and laughing and enjoying ourselves,
and putting the world to rights,
and celebrating the death of COVID-19,
our departed unwanted friend.
