NovPoWriMo 20

I find it increasingly difficult to believe
That some among us are inconvenienced
By the thought of postponing a holiday
In which they are begrudging participants

At the best of times which is to say
It has been more than half a year since
I resigned myself that nothing will go
As planned for the remainder of this ongoing

International pervasive and temporary emergency
The requirements of which just happen to suit
My latent agoraphobic and antisocial tendencies
That normally articulate as “I can’t I have rehearsal”

Even when I have not even auditioned for something
But the principle of the thing still stands—
Nothing is as important as looking after the ones
You would sacrifice everything on earth to love

Even if it means not seeing them one more day