Two Metres

Breath at two metres
a chill march wind
we wait
unconsciously I tap
in time
you mime a smile
while a man sprays
plastic handles
on shopping carts.

It is cold out here
your breath
lingers in the air
two metres
our fingers musn't touch
it is all too much
sanitiser and gloves
a girl in a surgical mask
breaches the two metre rule

if a thousand masks could hide
a smile, I would forsake
for a breath of life
even at two metres
and I'll sing
as I linger, longing
for this disassociation
your smile is in repose
just two metres away

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Written on 2020-03-28 at 08:45

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Hello Elle,
The smile behind the mask in fine poetry. I like how you infer, my kingdom for a smile, and well worth the sacrifice. You have a lovely way with words and I have very much enjoyed your poetic flair in this excellent poem.

Stay safe.

Kind regards, Tony.

bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
It's sad to see how the world is being consumed by a virus slowly and gradually, but even amid chaos and utter distress, hope evolves. I like the positive attitude of "even at two metres/and I'll sing" stanza. Good one, the optimistic ending!

Liam The PoetBay support member heart!
There is nothing more infectious than a smile, regardless of distance.
This piece touches on the dread we all share today and yet, somehow it shows a hope we share towards tomorrow.
Thank you for sharing this with us.