Social isolation – a solitary seat’s story by Paul Byrne

Here I rest for weeks on end
Waiting for you to arrive
Upon my aged timbers
Creaking under the strain

Of your Covid infected body
Oh your stories to be told
Me listening carefully in silence
Preferring instead to respect

Your privacy and intimate dreams
Your thoughts combined with mine
As we journey on through time
Time now seemingly endless

As I dream of your warm body
Heating my timbers through
True stories, false stories, fake news
My pains are nought compared to yours

Your fears are mine as I respect yours
Our parting is filled with solace
As I dream of your return one day soon
Covid free, free for ever more

Paul Byrne 11/04/2020

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