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.