My Jello wasn't ready.

Gritty cheese crumbs brush my chest,

I look down with a head hung in shame.

Never wanting to look up again,

At your shallow back, leaving.

I swim in this jello world.

It tastes like cherry,

but today it is a definite macadamia nut.

Far too sweet and unforgiving.

And as I reach with clutched hands,

my manicured fingers are just to far away.

But I lift my dry eyes for one last peek,

To catch you before the bend.

Before everything we were,

just had to end.