Lockdown had reduced the city to a murmur.
Smartly dressed office workers seemed to no longer exist.
Jackhammers no longer smashed through concrete.
The hard-hat, orange-clad, ciggie smoking workers had vanished.
I couldn’t tell you who was going to fill the potholes.
Anxiety raced up my spine and into the depths of my psyche.
I was living a day longer than any year I had experienced.
Joviality and fun were somewhere, but they weren’t here.
Only mind-melting, all-pervasive, rotten smelling solitude remained.
I padded along in the sun with increasing sadness.
A deep longing for everyone flooded my emotions.
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