Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: Alan Berger

Do you remember
What day we met?
What time it was?
That my shirt was red
You laughed
At everything
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

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