The Mango Cake

I came around on a sunny weekday,

Hands in my pockets,

Acting out little fidgety stories

Vasaline on my cracked skin disappearing under thirsty pores

Enough was the fear.

And so I walked into the bakery,

Cancelled the order for a delicious mango cake,

Returning favors had never been so easy.

Under the orange tree you lay,

Seated grudgingly on a stone pedestal

How small it was.

Only that you were waiting in vain,

No time could have waited but you

Musing about the possibilities that it could have been.

Under the orange tree we lay,

So long before

Hidden memories under these layers of cream and candy

I sat there once, and ate it all alone.