Song for the younger man

I thought upon your name
as the warm Sinatra rain
sang onto rooftops
this grey September day

and from beyond the tears
I’d collected through the years
I drew a crooked smile
that I know won’t go away

maybe if I dream you right
thoughts of you will come tonight
and in the morning I’ll awake
to a bright new autumn day.

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