What separation

What clues, ashy and nimble.
Each noun deserves an adjective, no?

The pair makes its way to memory.
Joy, of course, overrated. Even past
joy, we suffer. Not at loss; just to
see it and its walls, know them as thin.
Hold steady to them, a cocoon, a game.
No exceptions. Our thin joy not enough,
but the memory – voices, a chord, threads
of each city we made and left. I revoke, you
revoke. Our hands there in the spectrum-
whole, conductor, flow.