Companions

This was written while on holiday in Uganda after hearing some sad news about a friend who may have become somewhat isolated in his flat.

We chat with our friends all over the word
Exchanging pictures and snippets of gossip
But what happened to the old gregarious days
And pints of beer together in darkened pubs?

We sit in front of our flickering shiny screens
Sharing pleasantries about our petty lives
But we no longer press the flesh and hug
And look earnestly into each other's eyes

I sit alone in my little gloomy room
Tap tap tapping at tiny little buttons
But sometimes I miss my friends of yore
And my local pub is now a supermarket store.