Poems of Pandemic Days by Alice Curley

She and he were on the cusp
Of turning into an us
But not close enough
To manage six feet apart
Technology betrayed them
Love had not yet crystallized
There was not enough
To maintain or replicate
In solitary limbo
She was uncertain
Of how to miss him
In his silence he agreed
Possibility faded
As they disintegrated
Without an ending
Of what had not begun