Worlds apart

What a change.
Only weeks ago, I was trotting the tracks with you,
Bantering away with,
              laughing with you,
Invading your rooms, spending
                               all day with,
                               all night with you,
                               doing what I do.

I’m still me, doing what I do.
And you’re still you, doing what I can’t remember that it is that you do,
And I can still see you through the looking-glass,
But you are six thousand miles away,

For the moment.

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How to deal with arriving home from having spent time abroad and leaving many new friends behind.