You’re

The middle distance gaze
long before they reach
Any Other Business.
Busiest with friends
we don’t see nor doubt 
are real as you feel.
Felt around for
like an absent ring 
with a finger that makes
for your microphone.
Phonecalls made 
from bathrooms, forecourts
railway stations.
Stationed at crossroads
of impulse and
prudent purchases.
Chased up stairways
over car-seats
and back again.
Gaining new songs sung 
with lyrics misheard.
Heard issuing orders
to fluffy companions
happy to oblige.
Happiest covered in cushions
with feet peeping beneath.
Not four but farther off
than the three
we’ll never again see.

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