Frantic, Adrenaline-fuelled Emptiness.
Fear comes in starts; stealing my breath
While persistent Time Rolls Smooth as a heavy handbrake left off Wheeling us unwilling Into unfamiliar views.
Two metres apart. We smile; it's not personal.
I seek relief in the forest of my phone; Hide behind icons, Find shelter in the branches of a screen
And salvation in reels Of updates to consume, gasping. Conversation agog.
Is this real?