Oh to wear a fake fur coat!
Oh to buy a beer!
Oh to see another face than
just the one of that guy here!
Oh to laugh at awkward jokes
In bars too loud to hear!
Oh to drink too much red wine
and wish a hangover disappear!
Oh to a weekend of revelry
larger than we’ve had all year!
Oh how sweet the days will be!
Oh how tight the squeezes!
Oh how sweet the wax will be
after months of using tweezers!
Oh how many walks in parks
all walking five abreast!
Oh how close I’ll hold you all
tightly pressed against my chest!
Oh how young I’ll hopefully look
after a lifetimes worth of rest!
Or truth be told, it won’t matter at all
If we’re all looking like a mess.
Oh how lucky we surely are to be
just safe and sound and well
I’ve been writing lots of poetry
(If you couldn’t already tell)
And reading books and walking lots
and FaceTiming all our friends
Making pasta, cooking polenta
Drinking wine and wine again
But oh how sweet the pub will be!
Oh how delightful the cafe!
To all be in close quarters
and to get to hear us say,
“It’s been a while! How are you?”
“What have you learnt that’s new?”
“I’m so glad your well!
Give us a hug, I’ve definitely missed you”