Inside the span of a day
the system was supposed to work
like clockwork and second hands.
Lifted up by that one chance meeting
it was like being tucked in a pocket.
The night has finally returned
the energy shift is all too exciting,
the trip or journey has started.
Time comes flooding back
that natural glance is looking
while drowning underneath affection.
Close enough to inhale perfume
the memory trigger just under the chin
ready for one hundred memories
fresh and impossible to ignore.
That connected forever way
it’s easy to fall and beg
from around the corner
don’t deny that certain look
nature’s controversial temperamental side
that we’re supposed to ignore.
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