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
'' 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