Memories of Love
I wonder sometimes if you still think of me,
In the dark of the night, when all the world dreams,
And if you still smile in your sleep when you do,
Or if ever a shadow of sorrow befalls you.
I wonder sometimes if you still feel my touch,
On your cheek long ago, when you loved me so much,
On that warm Christmas night in the misty rain,
While we walked hand in hand down the tree-shadowed lane.
I wonder sometimes if my name ever slips
Unbidden and soft from your perfect lips,
In some unguarded moment of thoughtless ease,
While you sit on the porch in the evening breeze.
I wonder sometimes if you lie in the grass,
To look at the stars and remember the past,
While Altair and Vega and Achernar blaze,
And if you make wishes, like olden days.
I wonder sometimes, in your heart of hearts,
If there might still be love. . . if only a spark,
For this lonesome boy, though hardly a word
Do I speak of these things, lest I cause you hurt.
I wonder so much.