By the end of March the ambulance sirens finally fade.
The coughing and throat clearing fall silent.
It feels as though the winter Covid wave has passed at last.
For one fragile moment the world exhales.
The nightmare seems over once and for all.
We dare to forget.
Life might begin anew.
Then the notices slip into my inbox like ash.
Another sudden passing.
A name I once knew.
My son’s head of school.
Another death the official records will never claim.
At the gym where I work they return one by one.
Smiling as though nothing had ever happened.
As if they had never been touched by a plague that felt Victorian in its cruelty.
Knees braced tight.
Inflammation that comes and goes like a ghost in the tendons.
Another with a jaw muscle tic born in the wave that never receded.
Bodies that never quite returned from the horror no one will admit aloud.
Just another painful tale of loss.
Of never being whole again.
The wave is gone.
Yet it did not depart empty handed.
It slipped away in silence.
Leaving its mark deep inside each and every one of us.
And the most chilling truth is this.
We all wander lost inside the aftermath.
Searching for hope and answers.
Convinced we alone were the only ones who did not escape untouched.
The coughing and throat clearing fall silent.
It feels as though the winter Covid wave has passed at last.
For one fragile moment the world exhales.
The nightmare seems over once and for all.
We dare to forget.
Life might begin anew.
Then the notices slip into my inbox like ash.
Another sudden passing.
A name I once knew.
My son’s head of school.
Another death the official records will never claim.
At the gym where I work they return one by one.
Smiling as though nothing had ever happened.
As if they had never been touched by a plague that felt Victorian in its cruelty.
Knees braced tight.
Inflammation that comes and goes like a ghost in the tendons.
Another with a jaw muscle tic born in the wave that never receded.
Bodies that never quite returned from the horror no one will admit aloud.
Just another painful tale of loss.
Of never being whole again.
The wave is gone.
Yet it did not depart empty handed.
It slipped away in silence.
Leaving its mark deep inside each and every one of us.
And the most chilling truth is this.
We all wander lost inside the aftermath.
Searching for hope and answers.
Convinced we alone were the only ones who did not escape untouched.
@DrInfoSec
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