He winked and feebly waved
from behind the glass panes
the avalanche the soldier had just escaped
‘go home’, mumbled his blue lips.
I didn’t leave him
my love was the warmth
the frost bitten soldier needed
treacherous icy peaks his fogged brain still treaded
I held his hands and back he bounced
from the throes of death, merry as ever
with a twinkle in the eye, he proposed
‘Will you be mine forever?’
He watches now, helpless,
from behind the glass panes
teary eyed, yet blows a French kiss
‘Happy 25, my pretty mistress’.
‘I won’t let you go’ he mumbles
as my body burns and creaks
for every breath, gasp my lungs
deadly is the evil Corona virus
It’s heartbreaking
to watch him break down
the brave soldier-my eternal optimist-cowering
as the virus threatens to take me down.
I long to tousle his salt and pepper hair
to smooth out the frowns on his forehead.
Alas! A reassuring touch I can’t dare
lest I infect him I am afraid.
We extend and clasp our hands
through the sanitized hospital air
across the glass shield we promise
vanquish the virus we will, together.
That has passed, this shall too.
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