Keyboards lie on sanitised desks ā untapped
Chairs unspun, un-sat upon
Desks un-leant upon
Carpet pile untrodden
Blinds frozen in stasis
Printers silent
Photocopiers still
Scanners lidded
Drawers unopened
Ink and gossip dried up
Chatter a mere memory
Celebrations unmarked
Frustrations unheard
No banter
No politics
No coercion
No persuasion
No orders
No edicts
No KPIs
No targets
No graphs
No trackers
No visits planned
No meetings booked
No greetings
No snide looks
No passing in the corridor
No coffee shop chat
Lift doors unopened
Car doors without chips
Carpark without cars
The sun rises and sets
Shadows cast unwitnessed
Rush hour slow
Abandoned roads
Traffic lights flicker
No drivers to heed
Where are the rats to race?
Nicola Hulme Author 
Wonderful, as always x š·š
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You paint a stark picture with your words.
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Thank you revived writer, I wrote what I found when I called into the office during lockdown. It was just like a ghost town – eerily quiet and still. x
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