A perfect memory

What is perfect?
Can you tell me
the moment
I saw you was perfect?
Then,
what of the moment
I lost you?
Was perfect when
you said my name?
Or was it when
you played your games?
Tell me perfect
was when you stood
beside me,
or could it be
when you lied to me?
Was it when
you kissed my cheek,
Or was your wave
good-bye
for me to seek?
Perfect was the memory,
the memory of you and me.