After the Corona
the last two and a half years
I see myself with my relatives,
a wedding so to say.
My legs get stuck up
sensing difficulty in stepping ahead.
I stagger a little, that be my
physical pull back while my eyes roam
between the rows
where many of my close ones
go missing, they having opted
to board a non returnable flight .
Pausing a bit, I walk forward
espying younger faces, gleefully
replacing the familiar ones.
an unexplainable feel descend
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