Waiting,
I'm not sure what for;
I look to the door
There's no-one;
I watch the sun
Until each day is done.
Worried about going;
Worried about staying.
Worried and confused.
I keep checking the news;
Even the news is confused.
We are all waiting.
Waiting to hear
When once again
Our loved ones
Can be near.
We long to hug
And hold them.
To laugh and dance
With them.
We long to be near
Without this
Overwhelming fear.
And so we're waiting;
Worrying and waiting.
Waiting for a vaccine;
Waiting for when
That loving embrace
Is no longer a dream.
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