Faint Memories

At an hour plaintive and bare;
I lay before an open window;
Blessed a breeze blew along;
And yet, the night fell into silence.

The melancholy soul of an old friend came unto me;
And spoke upon voice so shrill;
With wordless words I could not perceive;
And sadness that I could not relieve.

Years and years of memories;
Moments of laughter and tears;
Like fading ripples and smithereens,
Broken hearts, love and fears.

And still, a fainter shadow;
She looked upon my friendless soul;
Like a sailor of the lost without a heading,
Cold, broken and dreading...

A drizzle lead to the accent of dawn;
Shivering her to the brightening of the lawn;
All was left, to the shadow I could see;
I whispered the words, "Remember Me."