Adrianne Lenker is a Memory Folded Before

(Re)calling those drifting moments inside the chorus;
Where I did find a fragment of light, waiting for it,
The memories are lost. I am retained in churnalism.
Empty and only a distant memory of that perfect moment.
Where did you leave me and what did I do wrong?

What I could have attained, not in stature, but in the moment
Of the music, too restrained to allow indiscretions escape,
But only in the sounds of truth that demand heavenly articulation
Awashed in the moment of forgotten love, my only true love,
Where I did not leave, but I did, for the wrong reasons.