If You Were Here

I never call you on the phone
thats just the way it is with me
gabba gabba gabba
ugh.
Its not you.

If you were here we'd talk well into the night
on long walks from too much coffee
discussing where we are and how we got here
on different roads to a different part
of the same place.

Everywhere I go
they still talk of our time together
as the good old days
high above paradise.
They might be right.

If you were here we'd be closer
but lets face it, you’re not coming back
so I fill the space in the links of our chain
with feelings still fresh in the mind
from memories stored in the heart.


Ken Owen,  January 2013