Memento Momenta

We took our January birthday meal
a bay away and in a favorite place
from decades back. It still has its appeal –
though pricey, we can see each other’s face
and hear all words and greet the waiter’s grace
nostalgia-blissed. As well as normal gab
I plumbed her distant memories, to trace
old truth, while twirling pasta topped with crab.

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