I am anxious,
I am weak,
some days feel eternally bleak.
My boyfriend does
the best he can
but he is just a man,
he can’t change
the weather, or the news,
he can’t help if I hit snooze
and sleep through
another day
(they all feel the same anyway).
I’m stagnant,
I’m getting mean,
my house won’t stay clean.
Neither will my laundry,
or my dishes.
If I were granted three wishes
I would wish for
no more sickness,
though I understand the strictness
of the policies,
the rules
stay at home, don’t go to school.
I would wish
for one more day
so I could see my friend and say
I love you,
please don’t go away,
please stay
another day.
I don’t want to see you later,
alligator,
I don’t want to
say goodbye,
or fly
to see you one last time.
So I guess,
I digress,
And maybe quarantine is for the best.
Not for safety or for money,
and I know it isn’t funny.
But it keeps you
close to me,
(a 10-hour drive and at least six feet).
So until you
cross the seas
I’ll wait to cash in wish number three.
And I’ll save that wish
long after quarantine,
to wish for you to come back to me.
