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
Unstuck Monsters 