Remembrance, Recurrence

The moon reminds me of a conversation,
A touch of a hand, a smile, of an emotion.
Remembrance,
Recurrence.
The thought reminds me of a place,
A shade of blue, a glint of white, of a face.
Remembrance,
Recurrence.
The ring reminds me of a sidewalk,
A kiss on a cheek, a hug, of a talk.
Remembrance,
Recurrence.
The mention of music reminds me of you,
An F, a G, an F-sharp, of everything you'd do.
Remembrance,
Recurrence.