Whether It Was Vanilla Or Chocolate Frosted

Evaporate from us...
Desires fed.
Now lifted and vaporized,
Into oblivion.
Like those requirements needed,
To fulfill elementary tasks.
The ones that troubled,
But from us have left fast.

What had attracted,
No longer is in our minds to grasp.
Like those we shared friendships with,
In a 4th or 5th grade class.
Or what it was like,
Enjoying that first piece of...

Gee!
I can't remember whose it was.
Or whether it was vanilla or chocolate frosted.
The mind is a terrible thing to witness go to waste.
All I remember were those round cheeks,
Filled with pound cake.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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