He remembers me,
And the passion I speak with & bad punctuation and exclamation I write with,
He remembers me,
And the bad times I've had, he tells me goodmorning, no matter the night we had.
He remembers me,
The fine details, of the way his fingers lace with mine.
He remembers me,
Like the tide remembers the sand below,
He Knows me,
When we make love, you wouldn't know there was anyone else in the universe but us.