Chapter Earth Angel Poem by chris schwartz

I hate not being able to fix you.
It's like trying to master
The perfect dish
At a party
That I was never being invited to.
Struggling for days
Planning
Preparing
Just for a smile
Then,
The disappointment
That what I had prepared
Didn't add up
To your expectations.
Maybe the taste buds
Of experience
Have left you
Unruffled
Though thequick breezes
Of time
They
Will Tarry you.
Hours spent
In lament
Will weary you.
Search the brief sunset
Ride the wild Highway
Quiz all thatthere is
In question of
A byway
And just know
I will never find
Another You.