where’d they go,
those top floor boyz,
who used to watch me in the garden?
the smiles ‘n shouts they sent through lockdown
helped a scared heart not to harden
I never learned their names
they’d laugh when I would ask
yet they were present every day
overseeing each green task
what happened to
those top floor boyz?
who so cheekily would flirt
while I pulled weeds in the garden
or dug holes in the dirt
where’ve they gone?
are they hiding?
have they gone on holiday?
their crowded windowsills are now empty –
sure hope they haven’t moved away
they were social
mates in every Friday night
smoke clouds waftin’ from their window
as I sipped wine by sunset’s light
guess my top floor boyz
are gone now
‘n though I wish them well
I miss those smiles – I feel abandoned
left alone in lockdown hell
copyright © 2020 KPM