Isolated

It started out so very well

Together for 3 months and it was going swell

Then when March came Boris said “stay inside!

You can no longer see the people who make you feel alive”.

But we all obeyed and stayed indoors

Getting angry at the ceiling walls and floors

For keeping us hostage through the hot spring months

All of us muttering “Boris you c^nt”.

Some of us were lucky, to have had families that cared

Ones that protected but were also scared.

Not all of us lucky though, stuck in sky high flats

Our only company the neighbours and a cat.

The only fresh air though a small window

Our only thoughts being “but I’m safe in here, though”.

The days got longer and harder it seemed

Families at war neighbours hearing the screams

“But it’s not fair!”

“Shut up Jess, stop tearing out your hair.

It’s only for a couple more weeks and you’ll be free.

Back with your boyfriend, where you want to be.”

And it seemed this year was the best to buy a new phone

As it’s the only thing that doesn’t make us feel alone.

Hours spent on FaceTime and work zoom calls

Talking about the times we missed in theatres and concert halls

But it’s all we have, and maybe all we need

But I’ve made a dent on the books I said I’d read.

Now nearly 10 months on we still sit behind closed doors

Still holding on to the feeling of losing what’s yours.

Sat behind a pane of glass

Trying to show we’re smiling through a mask.

2 meters apart on an open street

The same sanitising procedure on a hourly repeat.

We’ve made it though 2 lockdowns and a tier system before

But now we have a vaccine to fight this virus war.

And now in the future there is hope.

That is only if Boris Johnston can still f**king cope.