Precious Thought (into Pieces)

There is no such
thing as a perfect
memory, sparked
by a moment-

each time it is recalled
or remembered,
something
is lost.

now you know these
words, as I speak
them, but soon
they crumble, as ash.

even now, as
I finish these
words of voice,
their birth

of flame and fire
have grown dim-
and I have no memory
to restore them.