wicked game

the interlude of your games

happenstance, or: as it seemed ...

like one of those makeshift enigmas that

 swizzle into a thundering tornado, whizzing

 right by you, forgetting, remembering... all over again...

what happened to love at its finest with you

, or... did you happen to conveniently roll

 out of bed this morning with a new attitude?

i thought of you so little at first... not a new

 impression of you has come about since then.