Impatience

Six months and I still reminisce over

those gorgeous empire cakes—

inhale and they all disappear

like memories blown

from a window sill, where

magenta blooms crumple

with the last Christmas snow,

and you caught my

futile attempt to cheat

to win our game of chess.

If only it were so simple

to strike a deal with the God of Aion

to follow you forever in time.

I wish we could still be friends,

or experience everything

brand new again.