I wished to stay in this moment forever,

lavender air drenched with the smell of dying blossoms,

a cloying perfume of cinnamon and decay.

Shadows shift as a chair becomes a deer in the half-light,

and I feel as though I could touch the taro colored clouds.

They would disintegrate like cotton candy

and leave pollen dust on my fingertips.

There is something I forgot to tell you,

something I forgot to tell myself,

but the breeze clears my thoughts before I can grab them.

They float behind me in the exhale of the evening,

like dandelions riding a puff of breath.

You already know what I wished for.