In quarantine, my heart,
still unhealthy from my last poignant start,
as the isolation begins to smart,
in this cold plastic space.
How long this separation,
this loveless anticipation,
impaled by my imagination,
I forlorn do ponder.
Why do I end up here,
a love lost sate so austere,
regretful echoes of past so dear,
do haunt my darkened dreams.
Here in quarantine, I wonder,
can time put asunder,
the pain of loss I’m under,
in the repentance that I feel.
I gave my all, and yet forestalled,
repeating all I thought would cause,
longevity in my loves applause,
to keep our life in focus.
But I was wrong,
Auld Lang Syne my song,
fair well we too don’t get along,
and in quarantine I remain.
They say that time eventually heals,
and hearts lost can repeal the pain,
but scares still reveal the rain,
that drown my wretched life.
And who knows how long I’ll be here,
heart ache laden but hope endeared,
to one day be released from fear,
to be open to love again.
Tony DeLorger © 2017