Turnback

A therapist in the park

Hardly do you meet therapist at parks for a session

But I guess there’s always a first time 

Especially for someone like me on a love pension

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon,

With everything in the sky shinning but the moon 

We knew what was about to happen

 A heavy rain of warm fuzzies feelings to sharpen

Her train driver step so hard she arrived ahead of time.

I could feel the butterflies in my tummy as it chime

probably a rough jogging of chyme

Not that we were immune to the drizzling rain,

just that her line of questions couldn’t make me any sweat-soaked,

so I chose to remain because there was everything to gain

It was the first time I was out of my mind 

because of someone I could not look at twice

I didn’t mind buying thrice 

any moment with her without asking of price

Her thunderous smile

To have a tinny glimpse, I’ll travel a thousand mile

And yes! Her dimple so pure and natural 

anyone could hardly describe simple

I began to think about our fates for a while  

Her beautiful eyeballs and friendliest hug

Any hag will be envious to have even just half

For any woman to have that she needs a whole surgeon staff

Her sparkling eyelash continuously gave me gawping lashes

I stole a lot of momentous sneak peeks to the extend that 

I was emotionally burning to ashes  

I was without my head for several minutes 

as there were ceaseless crashes 

While we talked from psychology to sociology 

with endless eulogies  

Her driving-class gave me an envious stare without apologies  

For a week I felt the weakness of a whole year

Because she wasn’t here or near

And the thought of seeing her on Sunday sets my mind on a race

my body trembling like I’m hit with a mace

And my heartbeat singing on a slow pace

the tune “amazing grace”

For this new life chapter she’s the author

Because for sometime now I walked around a love pauper

And an affection-seeking explorer

Perhaps she’s the best tinder could ever offer