A veil to cover your face
As we enter into a ceremony;
A marriage of a new life.
A symbol of protection.
Do you remember when we use to see the sun
As the color it was intended to be?
Yellow days are over
Blue skies dried up
The moon, a ripe tomato.
I vow, six feet away
And forget the sense of touch.
Touchless
Touchless
Touchless
Touch
