Shanghai quarantine Poem #6

Some days,
the sun goes missing.
And there’s nothing.
but silence and darkness.
I try and follow the news,
here are there.
And wonder,
what the Buddha would do.
Locked in hotel room,
waiting to be served?
So, I return to the past –
like walking all the way to Pluto.
And sometimes beyond……
The girl in my class,
who gave me my first dance.
So many Christmas days,
with empty crackers.
And you……
the warmth of your voice.
The softness of your hand.
By torchlight, I relive
when we first met.
Our love, in letter stars.
And lips, that
might tell the world.