It’s been awhile

since we last met

on winding streets

in run down cafes

travelling the world

on our greyhound buses

it’s been awhile

since I’ve seen your face

and heard your laugh

but that’s the thing

about wandering friends

you don’t see them often

but when your paths cross

everything seems to fall into place

it's been awhile

since I've heard your voice

but I've got it in a recorder

inside my head

it's never been lost

and I'm never lost either

with it with me

like this.

it's been awhile

since I've read a letter

with just your name

in the return address spot

because you know

people like us

we never stay in the same place

for long.

it's been awhile

since we last met

in a bar

or a restaraunt

late at night

it's been awhile

since we shared a joke

about things we remembered

from before.

but that's the thing

about wandering fiends

you don't see them often

but when your paths cross

everything falls into place.