Slow, solemn walk past the local Ikea
His carpenter coat gave off smells of blonde
No idea why he needed total privacy to check the weather that day
An afternoon stroll yet something felt measly
Cover when sneezing. Smothered whilst breathing.
All the lovable brushes with his beard on my neck
Influences me to fear what comes next
I was coming apart and fuming when I caught the scrooge
He's exposed as the virus I thought I knew
The Italian mountainside was where we baptized our daughter -
An only child with a huge amount of angst; tell Dad "thanks."
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