I miss

The early morning kitchen cups of tea

Catching up on the news and gossip

I miss

Those conversations across the desk tops

Pretty much doing the same

I miss

Being summoned from afar

And taking my reading glasses – just in case

I miss

Being texted or called in boring meetings

Just to embarrass me and make me laugh

I miss

Those cheeky glances across a room

That tell me you’ve had enough

I miss

Teaching in class with you

And the way we run it like a double act

I miss

You jumping out at me

Or throwing things at me

I miss

The way you know just when to give me a hug

And ‘lend’ me my one tissue

I miss

My line manager

(zoom just isn’t the same)

But more than that

I miss my friend.