What a strange thing is this, forced “social distancing.”
So unintuitive, relationships dwindling.
Without such rich mingling, problems become crippling.
Behind locked doors and walls, human hearts stiffening.
Humans do another sad “social distancing,”
Not because they are forced; fueled by petty quibbling.
Hurt feelings, stubbornness, obstinate, wounded pride
Flush years of tenderness. Affection cast aside.
Every major crisis stops us dead in our tracks.
The shortness of this life, relationships can crack.
Do not fritter away days, into weeks, then years.
‘Til at a funeral, engulfed in sorrow’s tears.