Missing You (HA 52 Ovillejo)

House Arrest

I’m sick of this – to leave my place
I mask my face.
The social berth is six feet wide,
or stay inside.
It’s harder than mere loneliness
without your kiss.

I’m tough but what I really miss
are days each week of play with you.
We’ll have more time, but till we’re through
I mask my face or stay inside, without your kiss.

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