The Covid Affair
written by: Caroline Gauld
Message alert – incoming text.
A buzz vibrates right through me.
I’ve been pacing, anxiously waiting
For our cyber date tonight.
I tap the screen, the words scream:
‘You and I are over.
Delete my number, forget we met.’
I slump, numb, digitally dumped.
Comprehension hooks in my throat
Like a raw jagged, jealous hurt.
You said we’d make this work, go public
Just as soon as restrictions were lifted.
I’ve waited lonely as a forces sweetheart
For my hero to return.
You’ve buried my heart in a trench of mud
While safely protected in disposable gloves.
Ill-gotten love earns no gains.
And I accept my share of shame.
Three years your ‘bit on the side’ –
Then cast aside like an antibac wipe.
Keep your sanctimonious distance.
Hide your conscience behind your mask.
My love will remain locked down.
#dearestdeceitfulbastard.
- Foxy - May 8, 2021
- The Village Hall - February 22, 2021
- The True Meaning of Christmas - December 15, 2020
