TV is a history book.
I look at the past
Of strangers kissing
And I’m missing the hook
Of friends huddling for a snap
And the wrap of arms
Of families at weddings
Kids playing together
And festival dwellings
Watching TV is a relic
Watching TV is nostalgic
Binging until they broadcast
That we can go out in gardens
But go right past the gates
Peel the masks off our face
Inhale the scent of the hair
Of the one you embrace
Partake in the things
TV gave you a taste of
Remembering what it was like
To stay in and dream of.
Written by Beth Hughes
Beth Hughes is a writer living in north Wales. Her Instagram handle is @poems_and_sewing
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