I'll remember her,
How incredibly naive she was,
I couldn't quite believe she was
Sincere,
So alert,
So impertinent
And yet so sweet.
My defeat
Was clear.

I'll remember her,
Her absurd exaggerating
And her utterly deflating
Repartee
And the only thing that worries me at all
Is whether she'll remember me.

I'll remember her
In the evenings when I'm lonely
And imagining if only
She were there.
I'll relive,
Oh, so vividly,
Our sad and sweet,
Incomplete
Affair.

I'll remember her
Heavy-hearted when we parted.
With her eyes so full of tears she couldn't see
And I'll feel inside a foolish sort of pride
To think that she remembers me.