I want to tear off the mask
And, ungloved, hold your hand
As the virus stalks the land.
These deep conversations
About life, loss, death, dying
Are hard to have at a safe distance;
I feel I am hiding
Behind plastic, polythene and paper.
I can only try to convey
With eyes and manner
And the fact I am there
With you ,
Listening,
That I care.
