There were maskless wedding guests
Hundreds of planes dropping sky divers
We were nailing crosses to the walls
Of a grimy city

I’d been here before
Making my way home

But this time I was alone

A gangster with a cutlass
Took the dishes I was carrying 
Placing them under the steel steps
Before continuing after his query

I passed a closed-up bookshop 
Peered through the small square window 
How sad I thought 
In normal times I’d like to go in and look around

Then you were there 
And I gratefully greeted the day