On that dreaded day You gave me chocolates Handed me a box so plain Thinking it wasn’t much What you didn’t realize Was that in Eleven days time It would change A metamorphosis Now the half eaten box Sitting calmly on my desk Is all of my hope Slowly leaving One piece at a time Each morning I take one piece The wrappers now Clutter my car Perfectly preserved In your old seat Where you handed them to me Where you told me you loved me Where so many memories live Now their only company Is the shiny red wrappers That once held my hope The hope that was sweet So sweet as it stuck in my throat Just like all of those words I wrote Addressed to you Sitting next to that plain box Now every sunrise Tears bite at my eyes While the words Beautiful and perfect Echo in your voice As chocolate gets stuck in my throat
I will never be able to think of chocolate the same way again.