Clear Window

There's a window I remember
You, and me last September.
Ideally we would say-
I rather get lost in the woods, while you rather get swept away. Partially only in two inches of segregation; felt like many miles, many distances of degeneration. The smell of desperation The need for separation. A clear window that held a simple declaration.

He'd rather dream while I rather he disregards the splendor!
There it is again,
That enigma That window I remember!
But I didn't remember it, until last December.
I'm still there, while he mount a stranger.
One I knew that was coming
Her tandem was heard as I was humming.
Clairvoyant I call myself,
Annoying is an adjective he would enslave in her.
But through that mirror that's what I saw last September. A perspicuous encounter-- A spiteful mirror
You know the one last September.
The one I shouldn't remember. Written By Nailah D'arcy