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