A talk,
With someone,
Whom you love.
Always turns sour,
But only for you.

A cake,
Imaginary.
Only two files,
And a coat of paint,
Deep blue.

A drink.
Maybe two.
Caught up,
Remembering regrets.
Maybe a few.

A smile,
A day saved,
Pasts destroyed.
Heart enslaved,
By an open world view.