My Memories Never Sleep

There is no word spoken In the drizzling summer rain Where I stand Beneath the broken streetlight Of vanishing illumination. We never really talked To each other, I never did learn The art of conversation. I did study your eyes And the movement of your lips, I appreciated you more Than you could have ever understood. To see your hair In the sunlight And autumn breeze, God knows I needed you. A hush falls Over my heart As I try to recall Sitting beside you At church or the city park. My memories Never sleep; I don’t know where You rest your head tonight But you remain with me.