something stirs

Something stirs.
The bars are closed.
The movie theatres paused,
gone dark on the last frame of the last film shown.
Some story had to come last —

but something stirs.
The diners empty,
the street noise becomes sparse.
We walk six feet apart and veer farther still from others.
Some story had to come last —

and it is this one.
The gatherings disbanded.
Small moments of connection thrive
under sickness’s terms.
Yes, I suppose some story had to come last

but something stirs.