A Greeting

Some goodbyes we said

Under lockdown, will remain.

But I wish you well.

A Question

Can he feel my pain, as I feel his...

Or am I just imagining this...

Does he perhaps not care at all,

Is it all just an act? While I fall...

And stumble through this quagmire

Of emotions and confused desire...

Or does he perhaps feel too much

More than he can bear to touch

Unprotected; and only dares gaze

From behind the translucent haze,

Drowning out his pain, and mine;

Drowning without his pain, and mine...?