Confabulation

I made you
out of the gray matter of my mind,
bit by bit, ears and nose and smile,
arms and legs and eyes.
I made the memory
of you and me.

It may be just me,
but it seems that you
(I hope you don't mind)
are more beautiful in memory.
Those green eyes
and that smile!

The smile
that means more to me
than anything that could reach my eyes,
even one from the you
in my memory,
in my mind.

And in my mind
you smile
at the memory
of chasing me
so that you
could see my eyes

with your own eyes
when you blew my mind
when you,
with that same smile,
told me
that my memory,

my faulty memory
of our first dance to “Pale Blue Eyes”
was wrong. It was “Lean on Me.”
And in my mind
you just smile.
Just beautiful, smiling, laughing you.

But that you,
those eyes and that smile,
is only in me, my mind, my memory.