Caught the Quarantine

What was it that I saw that night

Small chill in the wind, icy words took flight

I wondered or perhaps wandered, aimlessly

Without a notion of the anger it gave me

Walking into the dark in a frame till we

Painted over the past

Was it the regrets still eating their last

If the supper of sin were not so tempestuous

Can we forget it? These memories infectious

Like a virus, spreading so quickly between the gyri and every sulcus

To be so alone and not alone when the same, I sulk for us

Can I ask? Are you scared, even just a little?

That something in the past still leaves you riddled

With hope that it will come to pass

And that we’ll be moving on at last

Somewhere in the stars I made many wishes

But I just don’t see them the way I used to

© The Sad Owl