How alien this world seems without your face
Strangers populating every place
How do long-term prisoners survive?
How do they keep their heart and spirit live?
When what was once familiar disappears
The heart is struck by cold and dreadful. fear
My heart has wavered looking for the known
To meet a friend in person, not by phone
To see a human face the eyes the smile
This would help me when I’m feeling frail.
My psycho social needs unsatisfied
Without your love I feel I’ve nearly died
Could I love another in that way?
All the lost can do is kneel and pray.
I don’t think dating apps would be my friend.
Acquainted with this grief, my tears descend m
And yet there’s always hope, black humour too.
Without our humorous self what would we do?
For humour gives perspective, changes minds
And from our soul within, the new is mined
An image or a sound says more than words
Life is humorous, sad and quite absurd
How my heart sings 