The penultimate poem of this sequence is disgustingly soppy. Not sorry.
For two months now, we’ve been Netflix and chilling
(It’s something we did quite a lot before)
And if I’m honest, I would be quite willing
To keep Netflix and chilling even more.
And lots of people, (maybe this sounds smug)
Seem to be getting quite sick of the sight
Of those they’ve been locked down with. But hey, hugs
And bingeing entire seasons is alright
By me if it’s with someone I’m in love with.
Each day of this I’ve felt so fortunate:
I know that I’d be feeling pretty rough, if
Lockdown had made our feelings dissipate.
But I’m enjoying it too much to wonder
Why presence only made our hearts grow fonder.
Tom Juniper Poetry 