Wednesday Afternoons

The day your skin became softer
We'd found fire instead of heat
And beautifully on that encounter
The only thing ticking was heartbeat.

The day your kiss became smoother
We'd found oceans instead of springs
The past flavoured, making memories newer,
the future glittered, whatever it brings.

The day your eyes became more bright
We'd found jungles instead of fields
But as that day was wrapped in night
This day's fate was sadly sealed.

The day the world was free of time,
was the day we never obeyed its chime.