That empty room had been filled up with singing
Now we are songless, away in our home
Only last week, those rafters were ringing
with laughter and music, now we’re alone.
Watching M S N B C for the news
glued to my phone for the breaking headlines
only last week we had nothing to lose:
now we wait for symptoms, wait for a sign.
Is hope out there, cure or a miracle?
Working to save older people at risk?
Last week, when my thoughts were so lyrical,
I didn’t know there’d be so much to miss.
In that empty room, singing in chorus
was the light in the darkness before us.
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