Recycling somewhat fetid breath
I inhale through this mask
And I wonder, do I have it?
My mask for you, your's for me
I try to smile bigger, you must see
How wide my eyes and cheeks are
And I wonder, do you have it?
My mask for you, your's for me
Washing hands is now fanatic
Touching, hugging problematic
I wonder if I'm asymptomatic
My mask for you, your's for me
Simple things now seem exotic
Longing for a time chaotic
When will the line go asymptotic?
(c) 2020, Norman Dziedzic Jr.
Sunday, June 28, 2020
You and Me
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