There are times

There are times

On the bus
In a pub with friends
Walking down certain streets
Hearing certain accents
Seeing couples in cafés
Listening to the iPod on random
Thinking about the past
Planning the weeks to come
Just feeling happy

When no matter how good a time I'm having or how great the company is

That I'll really really miss her

And I'll wish she was there

And I'll want to get in touch

And my phone will be in my hand, ready to dial or to text

Just to say hello

Just to hear from her

Just to know she's there.

And every time

Before I press the green key

I put my phone away

Because I know it's better

To leave the good memories be

To accept that life is better now, better for both of us.

It doesn't stop me missing her.

The date

Last night's date

was going great

until we started talking

about ages

and it turned out that

I was 12

the year

that she was born.


(She didn't mind).