Isolation

We sit across and apart for the first time, found
in distance, thick with creased masks and gown.

Deafened by sounds of medical machines gonging
with only eyes to express pain and crushed longing.

Loneliness lays hard and heavy between new truths
drawn in drab curtains and walls of isolation booths.

Her eyes light up and smile, figuring a way to please.
She, stretched, her calves curled, reaches for my knees.

We, left alone, hug legs. Together rebels, sighing in our silence.