To infect or not to infect? Isn’t that today’s question?
How else may I pose it? What other way could it be?
Or do we all by venturing outside and resuming our lives
Take our chances to spread the virus, or survive
Instead by hiding from each other’s involuntary killing breath?
How understandable, how human, how normal and yet
In the process are we not wracked to the core
By not holding the hand of one you adore
One more time by the bedside, just once before the end
To whisper, whether true or not, Yes, I will see you again
And after such loss and irreconcilable pain
We go on yet in a masquerade, a living kind of dying
For choosing one path over another hardly sets us free
At best the agonizing day passes slowly, and lets us be.