Never knew such irony

Since their birth

As you smiled from my left

Such memorable successions


Never experienced such paradox

Since it was remembered

As your shoulder shifted

Such a forgettable movement

As I forget myself—

(the absence of feeling)

As shade forgets itself—

(the absence of color)

Nerves alive as synapses quicken

In newfound dance

Of tingles, shudders, leaps

Up and down

Once-sober spines

Gloom alive and roiling

Sharp contrasts

To the fiery black palette

That clings

To chisel chinks of gold-green-blue

Moments later

We forget each other

And remember ourselves

To the cacophony of a blank silence