Rejig of The Thirty Second Smile

Written a while back, an ode to the trickery of memory and the odd things it presents us with

From nowhere leaps a memory
Of she that went before,
With gentle hands I haven't held
For countless years, and more!

So now she comes and dances here
Heralding forgotten charms?
Ah yes! Look, here comes yester-me
And sweeps her in his arms.

Such an oddly perfect pair they make;
Her grace, his mystery.
Fated, though they did not know,
To Love's sad history.

Now I must be content to pause,
And for the duration of their show,
I'll wear the smile of yesterday,
For my love of long ago!