Winter Pockets

Walking in the winter

Down rows of empty sidewalks

I reached into my pocket

Found an old note from you

It read, "Baby doll, I love you

Can't wait to see you Sunday"

I tried to hear you read it

Can't remember your voice

Was it sweet, was it sultry

Did I tremble when I heard it?

Did you sing softly to me

Whisper words in my ear?

So I sit and I think of you

So I sit and I wonder who

You sing songs to now