The Wayward Son

I heard a song on the radio
that reminded me of you
and me
waist deep in cornfields
making way to pitch a line
fishing for the excuse
to be alone
you said the most
in our silent times
trembling when your hands
wrapped around my waist
building the nerve
to make my lips yours
and they were yours
even before you kissed them
no heart pounded harder
when love met it
and none lay more fragmented
when the world lost you
but I forver will find you
in my memories