Saving These Pennies Of Love Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I’m driving in the approaching-spring sunlight
Down an empty Sunday morning church street
And I’m dreaming of your face.

Sometimes this life
Feels like a thousand years of suffering,
But I’m going to count your every tear
And place them in my heart for safekeeping.

I will not go down to the grave
Without every day remembering your name
And what it means to me.

Love has mostly escaped me,
But I will not unclench my grasp
From what little I have touched.