I'm sorry I dived into the bushes.
It's nothing personal, please understand.
You chanced to walk in my direction
and my nerves just got the upper hand.
I'm sorry I screamed when you came near me.
Don't take my angry shrieks to heart.
As the idiom goes, let's stay in touch -
and physically, six feet apart.
Apologies that you repulse me,
that I recoil when you come near.
In other times, we might have spoken,
shared a joke or had a beer,
or waltzed together along the pavement,
and perhaps we may yet still one day.
But until we've given further notice:
embrace the margins, keep away.
By Brian Bilston