German Wine & Rock and Roll

I have the bread, I have the wine
and the music sounds so fine,
but they don't satisfy my mind.

If you were sitting here with me,
the atmosphere would grow,
our minds would drift and words would flow.

I think of you each morning,
as I wake and plan my day.
If you were here there are lots of things,
I'd do a different way.
& so much more I'd like to say.

I think about you every night,
before I go to sleep.
I hope you're well and happy.
I pray that you won't weep.
Ever since we've been apart
life hasn't been the same.
It's a mere cardboard reflection
of it's previous game.

I talk to people everyday.
I eat and sleep and laugh and cry,
but something's always missing,
and you are the reason why.

©Paula McCarty
for Mary Zita