memory puddle

 A January of warmth grew lukewarm.
A door that swung shut on wrung hinges.
A shine that zoomed by almost mocked a sentiment.
Beside all efforts to shun
Like a reminder 
like a last note in a last song
A Nature's last try 
to make machined hearts alive
Rose up for one last time
And then chose
through darker events
Just a puddle of memory.