Languishing

mandatory social distancing

makes for hard times and empty spaces

the panaceas do not work

the heartaches are not quirks

virtually giving direction

toughens taking remote direction

the alone together approach

oxymorons the non-encroach

without help the tasks are joyless

the days have become aimless

thus i flounder and cannot flourish

wallow in the solitude and languish

so here i sit in utter resentment

hoping against hope for contentment

i long to sit cheek to cheek

to hear unmuffled speak

to express fully with pure release

with hugs and caresses of peace

with diminution will come bliss

and the delight of a pleasant kiss