she accidentally met him
who had purpose
energetically speaking
it was truly love
he picked her up
and spun her like shes never been moved before
she surrendered
hoping her head would stay floating higher than the floor
if it did hit
she cannot remember
was it september, november , or december
who knows time has a funny way of running away
stopping,  past collecting , building a future to
this present tense,
here and now, doesnt seem to make  a lot of sense
signs would be too obvious,
the road a cross,
if she saw one she wouldn't believe it was telling the truth,
now she only has one route,
square.