One day I will throw my arms and hug again 

We will meet in cafes and chatter

And moan about work pressures

And chuckle at trivial things. 

We will dance like no one’s watching,

Go on trips, laugh with wild abandon

And the only masks will be the faces

We wish to wear that day. 

For now we have our piles of bodies

The pyres we left unlit.

The farewells left unsaid, 

As the piles keep growing

Through yet another phonecall

Another message, another thread

On someone’s post un-entwined

Saved for later, saved for another day. 

One day we will smile again 

And our hearts will soar. 

And we will know better.

Than to take such things for granted.

For the piles of bodies we own now

Those bodies abandoned in sheets,

The ones floating, un-named

Will always follow us, wherever we go.