In the quiet of the night, a stillness reigns,
Streets once bustling, now empty lanes.
Windows closed, doors firmly shut,
Echoes of laughter, now in a rut.

Time drips slowly, like a weary tear,
Isolation’s embrace, a constant fear.
The skies above, so clear and blue,
Yet hearts below, feel lost and askew.

Masks hide smiles, and voices hush,
The world in pause, no need to rush.
Memories of touch, a distant dream,
In solitude’s shadow, we quietly scream.

Yet hope remains, a flicker, a spark,
In every heart, a light in the dark.
For though we’re apart, together we’ll stand,
And find our way back, hand in hand.