We have this memory between us.
This bond we have
through this event.
We have this moment
to call our own.
When misery is all around us,
we have this time to
reflect back upon.
We have this memory between us,
which is ours alone.
We have this secret to sustain us.
To keep and to hold us as
we wander through our lives.
There is this thought to retain us.
This memory that is
ours alone.