I miss the sunshine on my face.
I miss the bustling crowded space.
I miss getting a good tan.
I miss the wind teasing my split ends.

I miss the mud between my toes.
I miss running away my lows.
I miss the smell of exhaust fumes.
I miss watching as sunset looms.

I miss the aroma of artisan coffee.
I miss swearing at big lorries.
I miss eating in a res-tau-rant.
I miss watching something not on torrent.

I miss reading news that entice.
I miss not watching the death toll rise.
I miss open borders and peace.
I miss the days when Covid-19 did not exist.

Chow Ping’s note: This was written during the government-enforced MCO (Movement Control Order).