We were always in it together

Loneliness is no longer alone

Together in isolation

All birthdays pass without cheer

Standing at the window

Looking out

Somethings must change

Beating a dead horse, relent

A viral catalyst connects the dots

Plagued by a debt past due

The final hour approaches

Is anyone ever ready

With bags packed

Socially distance has not changed

Merely rearranged, extending the lines

Where so many already stood

An unaccustomed middle joins the queue

Some doors open as others close

Nothing new, and yet…It is time

Time to see, I connect to you, but no

We stand in a past, two years behind

-Camille Delaquise