Done with the day that sat on me
and laughed when I could not breathe.
The day that began like a candy store,
the sweet smell of butterscotch and honey dew.
Did I know that I would choke?
Should I have guessed it from the start?
As my finger tips lingered upon the un-dusted shelves
and that small, knowing quiver of doubt.
Sadness for a long abandoned palace of childhood dreams.