Half awake, half in dream,
I call out to you,
Standing under the plum trees in full bloom,
Your glow is brighter than the blossoms,
In a tight hug floating on a boat,
In the river Han,for we have no time to row,
So engrossed are we in our sweet nothings,
But who are they surrounding me,
Phantoms or angels in their long gowns,
Even under the masks I can see their relief,
“Congratulations,” they say ,”You are the first survivor of Pandemic.”
Truth slowly dawns upon me ,
Aches and pains return with the horrific memories.
When you and me were brought in the isolation ward,
“ Where is my wife?” I ask in desperation.
“Sorry,she is no more, we couldn’t save her,”
Pain is unbearable, pain of surviving without you.
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