Memory Lane

I am on a street, I walk

into the store, I do not talk

I think of you, I think a lot

of what you might say

Memory lane

The old man at the store still sings

a funny ancient tune, chinese

he whistles to himself and sees

I am alone again today

He winks as if to say

"It's okay"

On memory lane

Memory lane

Oh, memory lane

sometimes when my memory fails

I look into my book of spells

cards we wrote and pictures taken by someone else

I feel the pain

Memory lane

I sleep by the windowsill

sounding out a dream for real

simple times of hands entangled

fingers engaged

Memory lane x6