Shared Carpet

The carpet

We shared

Is looking pretty bare

These days

The water dispenser

Has not overflowed

Tea has not been split

And I have not seen

A pair of friendly feet

For some time

 

The chaos that reigned

In the cacophony

Of my colleagues

Has ceased to be

And bottles of squash

Are settling on desks

While Secret Santas

Lay abandoned

Under seats

Still marked DSE, don’t touch

 

How I miss your noise

Your flagrant disregard

For social distances

Your rails against

Management, with their emails

Our shared carpet

Suddenly seems so important

Without you here

I wonder how I never realised

How much it meant

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