you realise there’ve been some
happy moments
(including the time that pumpkin came bobbing
(or the time this passed you by in the sky)

that the day you wrote your name/s
in chocolate was a good,
good day
that the person next to you (not the statue
behind) was the reason for the whole trip
anyway

that not everybody hears the music you (think
you) hear

that some friendships are forever

that life was all around you
that light was all around you
that wisdom was all around you
(but most especially on the Northern Line)

some days you woke up to beauty
you were too
asleep to recognise