Today's prompt is to use the basis of a poem to shape one of our own, same starting letters, same syllable count. I did two from the one.
Maybe missing Memory means
one another, oubliette time
quantifies this querulous moon
affection our ad infinitum
sequestered hearts serenading;
in cautious notes imagine 'we'
have been keeping; happiness now
yearning to yield you and me, us.