Tuesday, 11 August 2020

The fleeting summer

 Another summer passes by,

this one so fleetingly

yet I see them pile into bars

and queue, toe-to-toe,

maskless.


I think of my friend

whose mother passed away

and I wonder -


have they ever felt loss?

do they have no-one,

even themselves,

for whom they care?

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