She misses when sobriety were a novelty;
Clear thoughts were her playground, see cause her reality;
Week in, weak out, month in, year out her smile, her frown, no one ever knew what they were about.
She was Cape Town cool, Coney Island fine;
Shooting the breeze with her steeze and a Kalashnikov of the divine.
Untamed, unconsequence, the bond which broke the suitor’s mack;
She saw religion in his eyes, he felt her words, it brought him back.
Cyber meditation, a faceless congregation of affections unspoken, unexplored yet devoured.
Time soaked parallelograms, split screen lives, synced souls.
She only smiles at midnight, the dwelling place of smitten fools.