Friday nights were set aside for movie popcorn and shows,
now what we watch is cookie-cut and Netflix only knows.

We may not get to rock that country concert tee,
let’s instead swap pics of our newfound favorite trees.

And if we cannot meet to dissect the latest game,
let’s hope our players’ stats outright stay the same.

Know that I’ll miss you most, in the choir singing,
but trust you are still praying, more so believing.

And while it’s not allowed to walk me down the aisle,
we settle for the grocer’s goods behind a muted smile.

Though we may have dusted off the passports all too soon,
our cabin-fever dreams collect under the same moon.

Finally, I have no words for the widowed in waiting,
except to join in remembrance until it’s resonating.