Miss You All

He called my name.
From where he did stand.
My eyes lit up bright.
'He is a dear friend!'

Even through the mask
His smile was grand.
My teeth, too, gaped wide,
But held back my hand.

Across the street, we talked.
Words were bland.
Just - 'How are you?s'!!
And ran about our errand.

Not long ago, we hanged,
For hours on end.
Now, these new found restrains -
We, hardly, could suspend.

All said, Corona
Once you leave our land
'll have to learn again
How to hug a friend.

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