Chilling forgetfulness. How heat
escapes the heart, traces arteries
in tingling surges, escapes
the fingertips. This is how the mind
divides itself from layers of love,
sheds the energy of memories
like brilliant specks of dust catching
sunlight before they're forgotten.
How moments fade with time. The specific
nuances. The clothes you wear. The meal
you eat beforehand. What scent you wear.
The time flashing on an LED screen.
The number of breaths it takes before
you say it. Before the strings are cut
and the moment drifts. Oh, sour heart!
Douse the flames in whiskey, warm snifter
clocked against varnished wood.
A quiet voice drifts along chords strummed
on metallic strings that stoke my memory.
Even though the voice doesn't belong to you.
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