The smell of her perfume drifts past  An explosion of Chromatic remembrance  Her laugh like a Kaleidoscope Her smile like the perfect equation  A solution of you and her creating equilibrium  Your embrace is akin to the innerworkings of a clock You beckon time to halt  Anything to prolong the sensory overload that is her Like all things this Synaptic Tic ends  She is found in every bit of stimuli You ache for the neurons to fire again  So you inhale deeper.