There is no word spoken br In the drizzling summer rain br Where I stand br Beneath the broken streetlight br Of vanishing illumination. br br We never really talked br To each other, br I never did learn br The art of conversation. br br I did study your eyes br And the movement of your lips, br I appreciated you more br Than you could have ever understood. br br To see your hair br In the sunlight br And autumn breeze, br God knows I needed you. br br A hush falls br Over my heart br As I try to recall br Sitting beside you br At church or the city park. br br My memories br Never sleep; br I don’t know where br You rest your head tonight br But you remain with me.