It's cute we used to do things at the weekends

On Sunday afternoons everyone who works in the arts

had jam roly poly down their jumpers

you could set your watch by their crumbs

the derelict building that used to be a lido

used to be a cinema. An arty one

we’d get pissed on what felt at the time 

like expensive wine

and slag off Hollywood blockbusters.

There was a jazz festival on the last weekend of May

everyone went to it, prentending we all liked jazz,

like this is the noise we allowi to consume our lives.

A couple of times we chose somewhere and flew there

and then we'd spend a week, all of us being there.

Once a year we’d get the train up to Edinburgh

we never got bored of the view of the castle.

We could do things then and for a while we kept saying

this is what we were doing this time last year

but now we try not to think about that at all.

There is nothing to prepare you for the early days 

of loneliness there is nothing that can help

things be the way they used to be.

Norwich used to have trams and sometimes I wonder

what it would have been like to have just gone somewhere

on a tram.