Friday in Quarantine

The sun shone bright in quarantine.

It is Friday throughout the land.

I got these dreams that are buried deep.

Will be no more hand in hand.

I’m still dealing with this memory.

Of the way things used to be.

When I was young and you were here.

And all the good I couldn’t see.

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