Where We Are Apart Without To This A Goodbye (Luzvimninda Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

The days that we are from each other away,
it's as if something is lacking all of the day
as if something essential did not with me stay
and now in the lockdown in a desperate way

our liberty and freedom of movement is gone,
it's as if the impact of this thing goes on and on
where I dearly miss you, my beloved one,
the grandchildren even every daughter and son,

where we are apart without to this a goodbye
and still the bright sun hangs in a cobalt blue sky,
around the house still the weavers and sparrows fly,
the passing of summer into autumn catches the eye

and I remember the holiday at the far-off sea,
where we were together and totally free.

[Poet's note: The seasons are opposite in the Southern Hemisphere of the earth from
those in the Northern Hemisphere.]
© Gert Strydom