How Do I Remember You

How do I remember you?
"Let me count the ways" like Elizabeth Browning.
Well, I am not an invalid and no poet.
We are too ordinary to boast
"the depth and breadth and height",
too cool to call up the
"old grief" or "childhood faith".
I remember you with your polite smile
and I guess you are a shy boy underneath 
your outspoken professional exterior.
I remember you with your brisk steps
and I guess you went to gym every day.
I remember you in my dream
of shapeless and uncertain figures.
I remember you in my mind
when bored by routine and repetition.
I remember you in my writing--
though bad and unsatisfactory writing they are--
of everything about you that's good and gratifying.