While we are on the topic...

Love hits you on the forehead.

All the while frantically shouting: "I'm RIGHT here! and I've always been RIGHT here!"

While quickly scampering up some retro, neon arrows that point in every direction.

They flicker and blink on, a buzz of electricity sounds and continues ringing. They are scattered.

Because "RIGHT here" can be found just about anywhere.

Love hits you on the forehead.

With the hammer-stamp reading: "Good GOD, finally!"

While arranging the mixed emotions in your cranium,

so they are in a chaotic order,

a mechanical system which-only-makes-sense-to Love.

Love hits you on the forehead.

While setting an alarm, the fickle machine explodes off

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEEP!"

So Love grabs the thing, hits you with it,

and slam dunks the time-teller in the nearest waste bin.

Love hit her on the forehead.

She's still standing there surrounded by the inorganic source of energy humming,

with the permanent indication blaring: "Good GOD, finally!"

I might be "RIGHT here" rubbing my bruised brow.