Unconscious Soul

Lost.

Love in the time of CoVid-19.

You tried reaching out to me.

I was not even thinking of you.

I pondered and for a brief second I felt a glimmer of hope.

Then my brain slipped and remembered.

It remembered all the things you did to me.

And told my heart to stop feeling.

You are just lonely.

You have no one.

I have people.

And I know I don't need you.

I don't need your sounds

I don't need your glimmering touch

I don't need those dull blue eyes.

So no. You won't have my love.

There won't be any love in this time of covid.

Find somewhere else to bury your sorry self and loath in your own self pity.

I broke free and mended my broken soul.

Even sometimes I feel like I need to mend yours. But that's not my job.

You are a grown man who knows what he does.

So fix your own self and don't come looking for solace in my soul.