Absent Friend

It's the leaning I miss most of all
the gentle pressure of your head 
          against my shoulder.
the way that your laughter would 

          from the center of your chest

                                            into mine

the way that as we walked
our shoulders would bump into 
          each other
as our hands entwined 
and we'd just be close

I want that again
but the many miles
keeping us


and so we both wait
and make due with a phone
a feeble replacement
for touch

and we don't blame each other
we're both happy
we just always spare a thought
for our dear absent friend.