Memoir

Your songs were once mine
Your voice a sound inside my head
Calling my name from the other end of the tunnel
Your scent guiding me through the road
And I could see your face
In every flower wet with dewdrops,
I could see your scars on the moon.

And now I wait to hear from you
By the mailbox on a cloudy afternoon,
It's so silent I cannot even hear the wind
But it never rains, oh it never rains.