Satin shoes

    I might not always remember the pale daisy satin

    And the way your hair was parted to the right

    I won’t always remember the charming things we said

    But instead the way it would have sounded from far away

    Where we’d look like intricate tinker toys creating

    Harmonies without melodies

    In a sanguine fantasy

    Before tides of ambiguity stripped it all down to an iron core

    Only molecules of heavy metal and burnt orange rust

    That reminded me of the center of a daisy

    And those pale satin shoes