We covered our faces in fear,
And, our hearts opened,
We kept ourselves a grave apart,
Six feet to remind us of what we fear,
Connected now by virtual intimacy
We brave the isolation,
Our hands hidden from touch
Reach out to a host of solitary souls,
Ritually washing, cleansing the flesh,
All of us grieving the loss of fellowship,
As we wait for the day till we have faces.