Year-1

 I guess one thing that the pandemic taught 

was the only thought that the city will never be the same without you

because the last time before everything happens, there was you

then it left somehow,

somewhere, which never drafting us

and the shadows still

and marks remain undone

and the same trees as your screen

I would just be there, rooting you out

with the same age, similar faces

but time and space

and the dimension we'd never shared