pareidolia

I met her at the car crash intersection
of youthful optimism and adult precision...

from poetic mornings
to cinematic afternoons 
to introspective nights
with indie music soundtrack...

it's all a blur now,
with the cocktail of nostalgia
mixing with the longing of love
and ego and the death of youth...

I see specific moments of the past 
pass by in the clouds above me now.