A song and a poem of memory—written, ironically, before it's setting, in the time remembered. It seems to be an unexpected favorite of many.
Written Fall 2001
Memory comes to me
When everything else has gone
She keeps me company
Singing her sad song
There’s nothing left to see
As time drags us along
And all that's left for me is
Just a memory
I can’t remember your face
And I can’t hear your voice
This picture speaks to me
Of days long past
Just how it had to be
Too good to last
To live this memory
Is more than I can ask
Why does this have to be
Just a memory
I can’t remember your face
And I can’t hear your voice
I remember stormy skies
I remember fearless nights
I remember afternoons spent laughing careless at Forever
Staring far out of sight
But I can’t remember your face
And I can’t hear your voice
Memory comes to me
When everyone else is gone
She keeps me company
Singing this song
There’s nothing left to see
As Time drags me along
Wish that this could be
More than a memory
I can’t remember your face
And I can’t hear your voice
