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The walls move closer,
in that imperceptible way
that a flower blooms:
unseen but the soul knows
even when the mind can't
grasp the movement.
Months of precaution
Days of fear
branch out into
Weeks without touch.
Isolation from the smallest
brush of the hand,
or feel of another human soul.
The solitary caretaker
allowed to participate
in this quarantined life,
can be heard from between
other walls in other parts of home,
briefly intersecting
between closed doors or
glimpses from afar,
voices muted by brightly colored fabric,
raised to bridge the barriers,
span the distance.
Worry overwhelms desire for
human touch,
unmuffled voices,
unmasked smiles.
Need brushed aside for
this enemy unseen,
heart raging against loss of control,
tempered by a cautious mind.
Loss of connection breeds
bitterness, fear.
Loneliness.
Darkness seeping through
the cracks in my heart.
Skin hungers, arms utterly empty,
chest aching from viral effects,
physical and emotional.
The virus eases
but clings,
like walking through spider webs,
leaving me to wonder
is it still there or
are these remnants
only phantom memories.
But still,
caution expresses love
in this pandemic world
so here I sit
watching and wondering
if I can, if I will
impossibly see
the walls move closer.
~ Remy Soberanes
©️2020
