We were impossibly young and so beautiful
When we met and fell in love.
You were the cool guy from the big city
I was the shy small town girl.
I bring you photographs of those days long ago
You look and smile and ask me who those people are.
I take your hand. It is warm and strong in mine.
You don’t remember me but you know that we belong together.
I tell you the stories of those two young people.
You listen intently and study their faces
And look into my face
With wonder in your eyes.
I have come to understand that it doesn’t matter
That you no longer remember who we were then.
It only matters that we can sit and hold hands
While I tell you stories of our past.
Like an old photograph, memory can fade away
But love endures.
In the touch of hands, in a smile,
In the wonder I see in your eyes.
