I do not come back, for I go not forth, and remain trapped in loneliness. Shuttered in isolation, I am hidden from the world, invisible, alone. Loneliness, so defined as temporary or involuntary lack of contact, will you now define me?
The world is shut down, and in so doing, has shut me down. I am cast adrift in my island of walls, enclosing me, closing in on me. Collateral damage for the greater good, an unwilling sacrifice on the globe of humanity.
Isolation, the state of complete or near complete lack of contact between an individual and society. Sorrow in the time of covid. A cruel twist of fate, crowning an hitherto misshapen reality.
Life partner, soul mate, husband mourning, bereft of all family. Lockdown. Borders barricaded. I stand alone, walk alone, crumble alone.
Do you even know the price you demand? Soft, poetic words cannot hide the cost of me, to keep you safe.
Just waiting at a threshold not yet able to step over and impossible to step back.