The Pal I've lost to the Pandemic

I found myself;

Castaway in a place,

Amidst a swathe of dunes,

Unbeknownst of human traces.

I felt the aloofness,

Where, seemed all eerie, 

I trembled in trepidation;

Seeking for a shoulder.

By then, a sudden knock:

The paperboy on the door,

Brought me back,

Into the locked walls.

My eyes flicked through the daily, all quick,

With tears rolling down my cheeks,

Finally, I spot my pal, in the corner obit:

A young medico lost, in saving lives.

(A tribute to the front line Corona warriors)