Souvenirs

If only then you knew, there’d be no missing years.

Lead me to the flowers that lean against the stone. Read me all the letters in every word he wrote. Leave me there in silence, just he and I alone. Quietly I’ll listen, if sounds a missing soul.

Take me to the flowers, though you are not there. Make me fly with Angels higher than the fear. In empty seats beside me leave me souvenirs. Then find me a pawn shop that’s tradin’ tears for beers.

If only then you knew, I think you’d still be here. If only then you knew, your windows would have cleared. If only then you knew, there’d be no missing years.