Wise after the
event I am
It occurred I
might have lived the
perfect moment
Before each of
the memories
the sensations
vanish into
thin air I would
capture them all
Put them in a
bottle to sell
the alchemist
in me aware
the fruitlessness
Yet it would not
be the first time
So I’ll sit through
quotidian
imperfections
awaiting the
next to waft by