Aide memoire

One day you will be
my aide memoire
Once set aside now
vital to recall
Where fire
burnt fervidly like blood red sun
A light none
but a forming star outshone
Now cool and indistinct
beyond its rays,
but somewhere in a dusky dream
we lilt and sway
These moments form a journey all their own
They string along like notes
that don’t belong
But still the tune is somehow sweet
A minor key, but off the beat
These lights, this music
They unlock the past
in tissue fragments,
fine as feather
to the last,
soft-whispered words
must fade away
A gentle kiss to end
the perfect day.

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