Quarantine, Still Poem by Matthew Holloway

I may have left quarantine
yet quarantine has not left me
the world feels distinctly distant
in both the social and romantic aspect
the days stayed quiet, empty like
a used glass jar in the sink
waiting to be washed and reused
only untouched growing mould
the decay of time in its passing
what was left behind, remains still
I may have left quarantine
yet quarantine has not left me
the door may be open
only the bars remain still