Friends

friends

I saw you
or someone with your mask
on the bus
your eyes, honing in for an empty seat
skim past mine staring at you.
You seem older, face pudgier
off the bus–
I traced your footprints
kept an eye on your tall head above heads in the crowd
my mind sending out telepathic messages for you to swivel around
for you to launch a familiar hug onto me and something along the lines of,
“I haven’t seen you in so long! How are you?”
Someone pulls your sleeve into a corner
to meet with another friend
and a smile appears on your face like one I remember
your open hand open like a hug to this new friend
And i walk past you, thinking
aren’t we such good friends.