A Memory . . . A Thought

     I saw you today . . . I thought— 
 I thought my memories would fade.
  
     But there—But there you stood.
 Or at least I thought it was you . . . No—
  
     No. Of course not . . . Just a trick—
 Just a trick of the heart . . . A trick of the eye.
  
     Your walk. Your stance . . . The way—
 The way the wind blew 
  
     Your clothes. Even the wind—
 Even the wind thought— 
  
     Thought it was you.
 But it wasn’t . . . But it couldn’t . . .
  
     Of course, it couldn’t be you.
 I heard you today . . . Did I?
  
     I thought my memories—
 I thought they would fade.
  
     But now—But now I realize.
 In those moments . . . memories . . .
  
     When I have time To think—
 To think about you . . . You are 
  
     Just as alive today—
 Today as ever. 
  
     I really can’t see you.
 Still, in my memories . . .
  
     I really can’t hear you.
 Still, in my thoughts . . .
  
     You really aren’t there.
 You live! You speak!
  
     You are—You are somewhere.
 In Heaven, you sing!