When I was a child and days were all I laughed and teased and called you names And though you used to plead and call I would not let you share my games When I was a boy and days were all I laughed and swelled to see our names Entwined in chalk upon the wall I longed to have you share my games Remembering is rain among the hills In ways that shade and shape to otherwise Memory in the landscape of ourselves In ways that shade and shape to otherwise When I was a youth and night was all I writhed in bed and joined our names As in your gales I dreamed to fall Though you had never shared my games When I was grown and night was all I learned and eased and cried love's names And in my heart I heard you call How you had let me share your games Remembering is rain among the hills In ways that shade and shape to otherwise Memory in the landscape of ourselves In ways that shade and shape to otherwise Now we are grown and night takes all I have forgotten all your names It is too late now to recall We never learned each other's games