There it sat,

the pastry you saved for too long,

with the time gone,

only leaving this

overwhelming weight
on your chest,

this feeling
like an over-cooked guilt, of
not indulging, of
chasing the wrong butterflies, of
getting lost in a wrong chase,

to discover that,

the changing destination is
never reached,

and the pastry you had saved
for too long,

was eaten by worms anyway.