Sketch

There’s a picture in my mind

That will never find a canvas

Besides the one we found together

Around our sun-washed mornings

Coming through the trees out back.

So, I am finished with this sketch of you

And it wasn’t all I could see,

But it was all that I could draw –

In this one real

 short day.

There’s a love song in my heart

That will never reach another

Because the one it was written for

Isn’t ‘round here any longer

And is never coming back.

Yes, I am finished with this song for you

And it wasn’t all that I heard,

But it was all that I could say –

In this one real

 short day.