Cloistered

Locked at home,with memories like breath. Deserted street,people getting sick,chaos in place and my heart crying out for their love.Mind wandering through answers whose questions each day positive from the perspective of worry,the restricted world,closed borders,with no options to find you,just by viewing the window, observing the deafening void,daily asepsis,media portraying the world fear,the representatives declaring a state of emergency,my desire to come to you at the speed of light,crossing galaxies,however,helpless in this house,cloistered