By Lucy Sherburn |

I miss those days, where I would search For a gaggle of friends to accompany me to the shops And we’d scour the aisles for what we’d need And resist the calls of chocolate, crisps and more
I miss the achey legs and out-of-breath chats Rushing up to lectures at the top of a hill And hoping the lecturer will also be late In case, despite our rush, we didn’t make it in time
I miss being squashed into tiny rooms Shoulder-to-shoulder with students aplenty As the typing of keyboards and swoosh of pens Struggle to keep up with un-pausable lectures
I miss those seminars where, whether silent or loud Putting your hand up was the scariest thing Or maybe you’d just reply to the question But dread someone else speaking at the same time
I miss the rain that rushed down so fast That it filled my wellies to the brim So that I entered the library whilst wearing two ponds So damp I might’ve been for a swim
I miss thinking ‘screw it’ and buying myself a pasty On my way back, from the campus shop And shielding it from the sky-demons circling above The seagulls, swooping down for a bite
I miss climbing to the top of the bus and complaining About the frustrating times and prices Or standing up, squished on a crowded train Since few students brought to uni their car
I miss the sore neck I received from those different events Where chairs sat turned away from the speaker So you’d sit, straining over your shoulder Instead of staring mindlessly at a screen
I miss after society events where Rosy-cheeked with laughter we’d all tidy up No one wanted to help, but we all knew we should As we chatted over packing up chairs
I miss the evenings when I Would just invite someone round Maybe bake a cake Or else buy some bourbons
I miss the awkward moment When the evening would come to a close And they’d reach out for a hug And I’d not know where to go
I miss all the annoyances of meeting ‘irl’ I miss all the moments that were awkward before I miss catch-ups not reliant on broadband I miss the moments post-lockdown has in store
But until then I’ll snuggle down on my sofa Enjoy Zoom quizzes, hot chocolate and warmth Snuggled under a blanket, enjoying the few perks of lockdown Until, soon, brighter horizons come forth