Missed connections in plague time
I saw you in line waiting to purchase the last box of sterile wipes. You were wearing a vog mask. I commented on the cool pattern of your mask. You said something but I couldn’t make it out. I mentioned that my friend created the masks. We made eye contact one more time, then it was your turn to cross the 6 foot tape boundary. I watched you walk out of the store with your shelter in place supplies. I wished I was going with you. Come meet me at the lost boys trestle next Friday if the weather is nice. Does 6pm work? I’ll bring the hand sanitizer and rubber gloves. Maybe we can hold hands and watch the sunset. Do you remember going to concerts?