love poem

He remembers

He remembers, but his memory as he retells it

Is so different from hers that it might be another moment

Not the one she thinks they shared but one so like it

So proximate, so similar, it must be the same.

He remembers the where and the when so vividly

She begins to doubt her own memory of the time and place

Of the moment they shared when they were younger

And just in love, briefly then, and for the long-haul

Now, the memories of moments shared over years

Brightly piling one upon the other, some vivid, some vague.

He remembers, recounting details that, slipped

Her memory, bringing her back to the moment they shared

So expressive, so eloquent, so similar,

So like the memories he has

 

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