The Love Virus

She came like the storm, took over like one too.

She stopped my Art classes, the one that I admired.

I miss my teacher, one who grades my work “boo”.

I stayed home then, eating, which, got me tired.

The previous four lines, I read it to my girlfriend.

She puts on a sarcastic smile, tells me to shut up harder.

When I tell her, it was about the virus, boy does she dread.

She gets mad and leaves, I can finally call my instructor.

The state is in lockdown, Miss Ann informs me.

I tell her that I miss her, and her classes, very whole-heartedly.

My heart can’t take it anymore, I facetime her excitedly.

She doesn’t pick up; she mustn’t be free.

My body misses her soft touch, I ride over to her house.

Her husband isn’t home, so we made love thrice.

Once we are finished, we cuddled until dawn.

Mr. James caught us; he kicks me out to his lawn.

He then proceeds towards and coughs up on me.

What was that for. I ask him hurriedly.

I tested positive for the virus, get well soon, he mocks.

Now a pandemic patient, I limp away, with only one sock.