Where Recollections Reside

My word,
it’s like taking a waltz into history
she said ..
and if we
dare take another tiny step back ..
We might
just find ..
That is where most of our fondest
memories
choose to
linger and hide, from our here and now
even ..
Oh’ yes,
can you see that old chestnut tree
with your
name and
my initials carved deftly and deep ..
And just look
at the green
meadow with the daisies and reeds
where she
once knelt
and near tore her blue dress in two
whilst
tearing
it off to go for a swim, so she said ..
But I knew 
quite different,
when it became more than apparent ..
Oh’ yes,
absolutely
that’s where our special memories reside ..