The Curse of the Face Mask Law

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This Covid-19 stole

great times ahead

with family

and friends

But it doesn’t really

bother me all that much:

social distancing

avoiding the crowd

things as such.

Been the recluse for

yep, not that long –

only a lifetime

and still going strong.

If at all

this is but

an expansion of

us loners’ Eden

But what I can’t

settle myself with

is the thought of

your comeliness

once overflowing

now mandated to be

partly hidden.

Oh how atrocious

my erring might have been

that my soul warrants

such scourge and torment?!

How am I gonna see

your hair caressing your cheeks

or the smile

that escapes your lips

as the wind embraces you

and carries your sweet scent

on mountain highs

and valley lows

into and beyond the event horizon

and throughout the cosmos

Twas sweet a past

where I have but memories

of your lovely face

in all its immaculate radiance

and that sweet smile,

that despite of

this world right now

painfully going

through a tight rope,

puts in my heart

an ample amount of hope

The legislation

that I loathe and abhor

may still be a friend

though in a way –

if only to hide

the bitterness in my smile.

And this I earnestly pray

that it will come that blessed day

where you can take

your mask away

and so does mine

and our lips would meet

in due time