When Would I Get Them Back? Poem by Iqmat Akande

I miss those times
That I get forehead kisses
Like your most adorable
I miss those times
That I'm not overly dressed
like an astronaut going into space
I miss those times
That I carelessly hug
Like it means nothing
I miss those times
That we are not 3ft apart
Like it is important, social distance
I miss those times
That I can breath freely without masks
Like a surgeon out of theatre
I miss those times
That I can cough and sneeze
Like I'm not a patient of coronavirus.
But I have to stay home
And miss those times
Cos I have to stay safe
To see these times pass.
(C) Peachywrites