the turn of events
one I was not expecting
when you were just on the back of my mind
we stumbled upon each other
on a day your schedule was way out of hand
my hand
I got shy, but still
you opened you arms
stretched out them, long but thin arms
and you enveloped me
and, oh you smell like you
and your floral perfume
squeezed me a little
and I think must have died
when your low but high-pitched voice
and breath smells of menthol after you've just smoked
uttered my name,
just my name

and that is the moment
that
today turned into
*my kind of
day