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