Good morning.
Perfect morning.
Serendipitous morning.

Eyes have just opened,
Phone's out of reach.
Not that it matters,
It's Saturday.

There's a slight taste of yesterday's alcohol in your mouth.
But you don't mind,
It reminds you of the night.

You lick your lips,
There's a smear of raspberry there.
You smile as you remember.

Her name is etched in your mind,
Like the name of teenage lovers,
Tattooed on their backs to battle forever.

You get up,
The sky's a brilliant orange.
You admire it from your window,
No sound of traffic, just the rustle of the leaves,
And the chirping of the birds.

Clementine, you whisper to no one in particular,
You can't help but smile every time you think of her.
She came a bit like a dream, and you lick your lips again,
Just to remind yourself it wasn't one.

You live for nights like these,
The ones to reminisce about.
The ones you wouldn't soon forget.
And you wouldn't forget her.

Clementine. She walked in like a song,
Not a love song, nor a prolific thought inspiring one.
More like that foot tapping beat stuck in the back of your head.
The one that refuses to leave your head no matter how hard you try, no matter how many other songs you listen to.

All you can think of is when would you meet her next?
Would it be an accidental shoulder brush,
Planned to perfection at the next party.
Or would you ask that friend for an introduction?

You're perfectly ruined because of Clementine,
And you don't even mind.
You wait for the night,
When you'll see her again, albeit in a dream.

Clementine...