I just wanted to call you.
So that,
My heart would have been locked down in your arms.
Echo my socially impatient voice in your ears.
I would have felt your breath.
Of benevolent berry.
Disinfecting my quarantined mind.
Your tranquil tone would have isolated the emptiness.
And distress away.
In our phones,
A store of oxygen.
A medicine.
To delete only cough, cold and aches.
Would have been protective equipment.
For whenever our time comes,
We would not have to panic-buy each other.
Your presence,
Amidst your absence.
Socially distant.
Yet,
Relievingly existent.
But,
You know.
I will still do it.
-Ryan D'silva
Instagram: @ryangrapher
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