At the time it was nothing special
Just a shake of the hand,
Or a clasp on the shoulder.
With friends and family a hug,
With loved ones a kiss on the cheek,
With your lover a kiss on the lips.
But all that is missing now,
Certainly missing for me.
Only me in the house,
Left with memories,
Memories of hugs and kisses.
What many do not realise
Is that touching is a memory,
And in these days
Touching is not allowed.
So many memories
Will not be made,
Made for our future,
From these Strange Times.