By: Alan Berger
Do you remember
What day we met?
What time it was?
That my shirt was red
That I said
What we drank
And how many
The waiter’s name too?
I know you don’t
But I do
I don’t remember
The promises to you that I made
I had to be told that your eyes were grey
I forgot your birthday a million times
I never shared with you all that was mine
I always forgot to give back all that you gave me
But I reckon we are even, when it comes to memory