A pandemic means you can’t go to the club, the bar, the cafe.
You delay a wedding, put off the annual visit to see the grand kids, forgo the reunion.
There’s no one to say goodbye to; no one ever arrives.
As I depart from Johannesburg and people here in whose presence I had not been in years, I am made aware of “goodbye” as stolen by Covid too. Left dangling by years of Zoom, heartstrings twist back today as reminder.
The land of death has been returned to me. Sad, but a place to feel.
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