They say the virus causes a chest pain
And I feel a tight clutch in my heart space
Maybe it’s allergies or in my brain
Because it’s gone when I see your face.
I can’t stand next to you as I’d prefer
First it was three feet, then six, now away
Unfortunately, I’m an extrovert
So I’m sad to social distance these days.
We’re all stressing out over the same things
Our old parents’ health, our kids’ schools and sports.
Lost jobs, missed trips, the market plunge, all stings
Paused lives, homes hoarded, our retreats to forts.
Yet even in these first days of our hell
On web pages, phones and video calls
So many of us have wanted to tell
That we figured how to cross miles and walls.
We are challenged, angry and vulnerable
As ever we need our community
Our mind and spirit our incredible
So this need led us to find new ways to be.
My chest feels weighted when my mind is dark
Human connection brings back the spark
I’ll find your face on the phone or on line
We’ll get through this crap with our love. And our wine.
