Poesi: Lilacs

It was the day that smelled of lilacs,
of rain soaked earth.
The taste of coffee
and delusional exhaustion.
Walking around slightly freezing,
as if in a daydream,
With the ever not so gentle hum of the city,
as though the whole world
was holding its breath.
As the cold spring winds blew through us.
The feeling of safety and delusion blending
into a perfect mixture in my mind.
That day is its own world,
it has a mind of its own and
writhes in my memory,
trying and succeeding,
to keep itself separate from the rest of the world.