A CHANCE MEETING,
Once full screen, now we fade
To black,
what else?
Confused hearts, dark, continuing
Until another sun rises,
Time goes on, but I’m no blonde,
Can our good intentions,
Be relied upon?
You made my mind unwind,
Once,
Now be so kind,
As to put it back, together,
Because,
If you really know me,
You will– remember.
LionAroundWriting 