It has been well over a since I last saw you in person.
Pandemic
Will you know me, like you once did?
My hair is longer now and streaked with gray.
Scars of war cover my youthful open countenance. 
I’m thinner-several sizes smaller,
And wearing a dress you do not know.

Just what will we do when the time comes?
Will my calloused fingers light on your cheek?
Will you stroke my silvering locks?
Will we sit for hours with fingers laced?
Will we hold each other in a smothering embrace until our eyes run dry?
Will we finally have the courage to touch our lips together in one time-stopping kiss?

Knock, knock, knock,
Time to find out…