I stay away because I want you there.
I wave at your window because I care.
I call on a screen to shield you from harm.
I want you around when this is long gone.
I drop off supplies and smile and wave
I’d rather stand here than stare at your grave
I miss what we had but I’d miss it more
If I took a risk and walked through your door.
When this comes to an end, I will hold your hand.
It wont be easy, it’s hard to stand.
But we stay apart so when this is done.
You won’t be one of the missing ones.