Crimson

A wonderful evening, I had.

With a familiar face.

We connected well,

as though the past did not entangle.

An idea flashed across,

in a glimpse I relapsed.

But the thought still persists:

am I to find the antidote,

and/ or maybe another adversity?

If only a degree of directness is obliged...
And a hint of crimson intent catches her attention

He Won't Go - Adele