So typical of you
our quiet nights in
became banquets
of the finest wine
little saucers of dip
bowls of fancy crisps
and oven delights
all in the short notice
of work’s final hour
tired and longing
to rest the pretence
on sofas, balconies
roofs and doorsteps
being our true selves
as we traded updates
shared agreements
laughed at memories
others and ourselves
running into weekends
begun on the best note
I’ll orchestrate again
once lockdown ends.