Miss You All

He called my name.

From where he did stand.

My eyes lit up bright.

'He is a dear friend!'

Even through the mask

His smile was grand.

My teeth, too, gaped wide,

But held back my hand.

Across the street, we talked.

Words were bland.

Just - 'How are you?s'!!

And ran about our errand.

Not long ago, we hanged,

For hours on end.

Now, these new found restrains - 

We, hardly, could suspend.

All said, Corona

Once you leave our land

'll have to learn again

How to hug a friend.