It started how I wanted it to go.

It then left my hands and melted away like

Springtime snows.

My fingers thawed, and my grip relaxed

Like an old man’s memories lost to the

Past.

And so my fury of frustration began to grow,

And it never went faster than slow.

It boiled and broiled,

Covered in cracked, burnt flakes.

My plans were failures.

My dreams were lost to her,

The personified ghost of time I wasted.

Chuckles and glee from her were all I heard.

When I attempted to temp my emptying mind of the secrets I had once held.