I miss the places with people in them,
Or passing through.
Random as well as planned meetings with friends.
The touch of a hand,
Arms round each other’s shoulders,
The look in your eyes,
The being together.
Bean There, the Bluecoat,
The University Library, The Calderstones Border.
These many places where I’m missing you.
And when we meet again,May 2020
Will it be like lost lovers then
Who’d have said we were only casual friends?
One spring morning in Calderstones, very early.