Poetry | Lockdown by Lilly Subbotin

It wasn’t perfect

We were on top of each other

Like jenga

It sometimes came crashing down

Your single bed

With springs digging into my back

Uncomfortable and narrow,

But it pushed me closer into your arms

That small space, too small for two

Became ours

We found solace in our joint isolation

Our own glimpse into a potential future

We didn’t want to break that spell by speaking about how right it felt

I didn’t realise at the time,

but I was utterly content

Photography courtesy of Isabel Armitage

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