The Killjoy

This virus can kill–
Not just at arm’s length,
But in the next town too,
And even across the seas.

The days, weeks, and months
Roll on relentless, crushing
Hopes of a new rendezvous,
And last year’s memories.

Or, stifled together,
Patience and money
Both dwindling,
Only familiarity breeding.

Yes, this virus kills–
Not just life, but love.
When love lies a-bleeding,
Life is no fun at all.

Abie Alexander
© August 15, 2020