Uriah Hamilton - 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.

Uriah Hamilton

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