My (almost but not quite) Quarantine Cronichles: Little Things I Miss
Posted onThere’s a folder of pictures I can’t open.
There’s so many songs that don’t sound the same.
There’s a number I can’t dial and a message I can’t send.
There’s a restaurant I can’t eat at, not with any friends.
There’s words and names I can only say in my head.
There’s a pair of eyes that belong to you, that I can never look into again.
The Missing Machine – Iain S. Thomas