Sometimes It's As If I Do Imagine That You Are Near To Me (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Sometimes it's as if I do imagine that you are near to me,
I do want to pack my things for more than just a weekend,
do hear your high-heels joyfully walking up and down,
as if together we share the lock-down,
or I smell fragrances of sugar and cinnamon
as if you are baking pancakes
but it's alone that the sun does daily set
while in thoughts I do steal mere moments,
constantly do pray that the virus should be gone,
while I do long to a better time,
in vain do look towards the street
and at night only the amber-light shines outside,
in the mornings the day does look miserable,
while the presence of death is emphasized.