Oh yeah, for sure. But what do you make of love in the time of Covid, when there were no corners to be turned and no benches under trees to sit on, when it was love (or something like it) on the phone, and where you sat with that phone while you spoke and now each corner of your home reminds you of what was. (Personally, I will never write Covid fiction but it was a good two years of our lives, at least. Surely love happened somewhere 😊
Oh yeah, for sure. But what do you make of love in the time of Covid, when there were no corners to be turned and no benches under trees to sit on, when it was love (or something like it) on the phone, and where you sat with that phone while you spoke and now each corner of your home reminds you of what was. (Personally, I will never write Covid fiction but it was a good two years of our lives, at least. Surely love happened somewhere 😊
Ah ☺️☺️☺️☺️Love in the Time of Covid! I’m sure there are stories there - and interesting ones too at that! That’s for another tale, another poem!