The things I can take

It’s the goodbyes that do it
I’m OK with the days upon days
Of no touch. Of staying in touch
Just on the phone or through the screen or by the post
Of gloves, of masks, of incessant hand washing
Of staying at home, staying apart, staying alert
Of night upon night in the same bed
In the same flat, at the same desk
Those things I can take
But after a walk in the woods with a friend
When I realise at last it must end
It’s the goodbyes that do it

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