I miss the little things.
I miss the lazy hungover weekend afternoons,
with housemates, microwaved pizzas, gaming and movies.
I miss going to the New Inn for a quiet afternoon pint,
and staying there all day chatting about life.
I miss going to the Victoria on the way back from London,
and spending all my change playing 80s songs on the Jukebox.
I miss popping into the Oddie with the CAMRA crowd,
sipping pints while munching on a nourishing cheese roll.
I miss stumbling down the stairs to SubZero,
and yelling ‘shots’ as we walk across the dance floor.
I miss the fleeting feeling of joy,
when picking up a parcel from the postroom.
I miss the late night essay writing sessions,
in the reading room just before the due date.
I miss the post exam celebratory pint,
on the worn out green benches in Square 3.
I miss sitting by the window in Top Bar with a pint of Coke,
watching people saunter past on Square 4.
I miss the warm summer evenings by the lake,
with a cold cider and a Tesco barbeque.
I miss the long walk from Wivenhoe to the University,
across the snow covered fields at night.
I miss my corner room on the 13th floor,
with the seemingly endless view of the world.
I miss a life that flew by too fast.
I miss Essex.
I miss … spending all my change playing 80s songs on the Jukebox.