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