She Was Like a Shot of Espresso~

//The sky had a peculiar radiance that day,
Beautiful, beyond measure,
The clouds -- perhaps that twilight hue,
Alas, her smile was the treasure,

Why alas you ask,
Well, it’s all a story,
The one where I fall—too quick, too hard,
With fizzling faith, no glory,

She was like a shot of espresso,
She lit up the room when she talked,
So passionate about the smallest of things,
It felt like a road, familiar, previously walked,

The sky being her favourite,
She tied her memories to its infinite shades,
Sadly, no matter how tight the knot,
Even the brightest of skies, eventually fades,

Maybe I knew,
In my heart, this warmth felt familiar,
Manifestation, a self-fulfilling prophesy,
That even the farthest horizon suddenly seemed clear,

You hear stories about this,
Where feelings and philosophy converge,
Embodying “8-hour naps on a 3-hour schedule”,
Perchance, with her, ceases the search,

The final ‘She’s the one’,
Even fate seemed on my side,
Maybe this Kafka won’t drown by the shore,
White Nights for me to decide,

Perhaps you didn’t get that wordplay,
But I know she did,
Just that smile, that goddamn smile,
Fireflies escaping, just flipping your lid,

So now everytime the skies present their infinite glory,
And enthral me in their mystic haze,
My eyes search for her smile,
The one that set my heart ablaze,

And when the twilight meets my gaze,
In hues she once called her own,
I search the sky not for the stars,
But for that smile I’ve always known.//