I wish that right now to you I could return,
right next to you at night in our bed lie,
that we could live together without concern,
without worries about a world awry,
while you do peacefully next to me sleep,
while it is just like any other weekend
where we do to our usual routine keep,
that in our lives we do together spend
but being locked-down is catching up
with both you and me in this horrid time.
I miss you and even my female pup,
even if she does me at times begrime.
I wish that backward I could this time trace,
to be with you right now at our own place.
© Gert Strydom
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