Four mill of separation

Lockdown, such cruel times

Mouthed words unheard but known,
palms pressed but not felt,
tears falling but not caught,
kisses blown but in vain.
A love that could move mountains
now slowly breaking hearts...
Will death be their reunion.

Author's Note

mill = millimetres

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A lovely thoughtful and provoking short capture of our dilemma dear Gee. We are stuck in this thing, this fear, this uncertain time. But we know from the past we will survive and go on to keep destroying one another and the planet!

[Gee]

Nothing surer than that John.
Hope you are keeping well.
Thank you