my conscience visits on the weekends.

violet eyes gripped my attention.
shot from across the room.
my memory might be failing.
but, you feel familiar.

you seem like an old friend.
someone i converse with.
over a steaming cup of coffee.

and soon i'm gliding toward your position.
your coordinates weren't lost among the motion.

after arrival time.
i'm quite sure we're familiar.
because i've noticed that stain on your existence.
the one you always try to hide.

you're draining my brain of knowledge.
of confidence.
and with just a wink and a nod.
i disappear.