Reflections in Lockdown

Form: Ivorian Sonnet 40

My thoughts of love may seem in vein right now
My empty bed holds no sense of that wow
We share between the sheets as we drift to sleep
And gone is the banter making coffee
The fake strength my phone voice; inside I weep
I want to be your lover not a voice
Instead my heart breaks on the empty ground
Covid-19 has left no other choice
I want to be your lover not a sound
I work to ‘forget’ yet here my thoughts creep
In the words and lines of poetic round
As on the page my heart can speak too free
Once lockdown ends perhaps they will rejoice
As once again your lover comes around

©JGFarmer2020

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