Oh the days of waiting for my beautiful friends, under the awnings of London stations
Warm spring or crisp winter.
The days and joys of choosing restaurants or gallery’s or fairs or shows.
The days of being unhindered to move, and be.. and travel.
But I won’t let me heart sit too long in nostalgia
For life before a pandemic.
Instead, I appreciate now
The many many silver trimmings of now.
Instead I’ll wait
With gleaming expectation of the days to come
The days, that will come
Where we move and mingle and be... once again.
— Words by Seyi