Poems of Pandemic Days by Alice Curley

I miss the warmth that comes from sitting next to someone you love and how it eases away the day’s worries without a single word.

I miss twinkling eyes and the nuances of them. The gold flecks that make brown eyes nearly auburn. The mix of blue and green that creates a shade of color without a name.

I miss gently held hands, hearty hugs, and long awaited kisses that are the reason diaries were invented.

I miss all the intangible beautiful moments that technology hasn’t and will never catch up with.

I look forward to the days when we all can share them again any time, anywhere with anyone.