I find myself thinking a lot about after this has passed, because there will be an after.

Normal will not be normal
Crowded spaces will bring new fear
Proximity will breed paranoia
Physical touch will thrill

Trauma will surface
Frayed edges will emerge
Mourning will run its steady course
With time, the ache of grief will subside

The ordinary will be revered
Sacrifice will be honoured
Time spent in company will be sacred
Affection will be carry new meaning

New habits will hurt us
The ordinary commute will stress
The future will be uncertain
Hardship will be a familiar presence

The universe will carry on
Newness is inevitable
Routine will find it's new path
The earth will continue to spin

After this is done, the hardship of freedom will follow.