The Token

Its comfort is nestled in the warmth of a soul
Giving a calmness to arms that's turned cold
A slight recollection that keeps all in tune
To the love that's forgotten by the fading moon.

Was the love shared on that summer day
Recorded by soul, and to heart be replayed
Over and over it floats within time
Captured in sadness as it drifts in the mind.

Or is it just a token to cause one to grieve
The loss of a moment in time's memory
Forever a mark to darken the path
Of love's final glance that's not made to last