It’s difficult to think about the fact
That things used to be different. I’m so
Accustomed to a life that isn’t packed
With journeys and appointments, I don’t know
If we will ever be able to go
Back to the way things were. I don’t believe
We will. Things change. Perhaps we’ll have to show
Our ingenuity. Perhaps we’ll grieve
The way things were. Perhaps we will deceive
Ourselves. Pretend it’s all just as it was.
But we will know the tangled web we weave.
We’ll always be aware of what’s been lost.
Hugging and kissing when we greet our friends…
A custom seems so natural, till it ends.
Tom Juniper Poetry 