Words, three of a kind,
Squirm and twirl before my eyes.
Blushed, sitting stark upright,
Pondering the implications
Of those three words tonight.

Meaning is all mine to imply,
Awash in the dripping, darkled sky.
Smile and peek, and tinct with light
As wind sneaks in through the blinds
And lifts my heart as it would a kite.

The breeze sneaked in,
Though it's a welcome kin.
So let it come and stay,
Let it carry an opportunity
Of memories to be made.