Stopped in my tracks;
As if I’d walked into a brick wall
Because I didn’t notice it was there.
Struck down;
The way a charging bull elephant
Is brought down by the hunter’s bullet;
Reduced to a heaving grey mass
Among the dust.
“The irresistible force meets the immovable object”
and the earth shattering cause
of this cataclysmic immobility?
I’d just noticed your scent on my scarf;
Still strong, even after a couple of days.
And I drowned in the joy of it.
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