Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Fire-Breath Memory/Fading Fire

It was you eight minutes ago
and you’ve changed.

More than 93 million miles from me
at the nearest,
you break away from a tenuous spot
before cloudy memory.

I didn’t have to be here to feel your heat,
captured in magnified view.

Further you travel from a weakening world,
blaze up the black,
blind all in your path,
burn them if they get too near.

They don’t know intensity of one so red,
blue-hot core within.

And you don’t know, I know you’re cold.

I can look up at night and imagine twinkling,
fire-breath contained in memory.
I knew bright beauty, now light years ahead
of a fading vision.

In just eight minutes, mascara daubed on,
awakened me. Wiped clean,
our clothes shed, when the last vibrant glimmer.

I could stay up with you all night,
bridge that gap,
a billion miles away from myself.

Not near enough, shutter slow, captured
one blurry, 4-year-old image, paling.
Reminds, it’s sooner than a trillion, as I’m
moving the other way, too.

Had to look back at one snap in time.
Tattering, does it matter anymore,
as we both explore
the dark side of our lives?



3.7.23/3.8.23
Idea of capturing the memory of something not present, that we are seeing light years away, like someone gone from our life. Can’t retrieve a fuzzy vision like before, without some imagination.