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

'n' whistles to himself and sees

I am alone again today

He winks, as if to say

"it's okay"

Memory lane

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 window sill

Sounding out and dream for real

Of simple times of hands in tangle

Fingers engaged

Memory lane