Recollection

This is a story,
Which you will believe,
Because believing me feels so good,
But it is far from truth.

It is the story of how we met,
I am sure you think you remember how it goes,
But your recollections are different from mine,
Let's compare notes.

You might believe it was in the train station,
That rainy afternoon,
But you are wrong, my dear,
Because we met long before that,
I am certain of this.

The way I remember it,
And my memory is very vivid,
Was that we met,
Or should I say, I met you,
In the very dark of night.

I think you might not remember this exactly,
But I assure you it is true,
You were present,
I am positive,
Maybe not in body,
But perhaps in spirit.