I wish we'd talk

I wish we'd talk more, like the old days.
In days gone by we'd chat for hours on life's inanities.
You dominant, me following the thread,
Like something within us was joined
And somehow had been even before we met.
Like we'd known each other forever.
I thought it would go both ways,
That bond remaining in perpetuity,
But lives change.

I can't remember the last time we talked.
Not properly.
Not picked a conversation clean
Then side-hopped to another.
It's not quite out of sight - out of mind,
But the machine is no substitute
For the immediacy and intimacy of face to face.
I kid myself that distance is the problem,
But lives change.