Retimancy: Love Returned

Yo, yo. Yo, check the clock, another midnight deep.

But I ain't counting sheep. I'm counting promises we keep. Used to walk

these streets with an empty chest, a hollow sound. Every love I planted never blossomed

on the ground. I was a lone satellite in a cold, black,

quiet space. Gave my whole heart to ghosts that vanished without a trace.

They call it unrequited, a familiar bitter taste. A thousand percent

effort, ninety-nine percent waste. Then you stepped into the frame, rearranged the whole

view. Didn't need a sign, just the honest look from you.