It was Valentine’s Day,
and he gave me a candy heart,
a chocolate-filled sweet,
with love he did impart.
And I placed that dainty morsel
in the pocket of my jeans,
the tiny tempting treasure
settled nicely in the seams.
With chocolate in my pocket,
I then went about my day,
feeling quite content
over the sentiment conveyed.
But as the day turned into night,
I realized my mistake;
that bit of chocolate in my pocket
for granted I did take.
My prize had now become
a melted memory of bliss,
forgotten in my pocket,
becoming a liquified kiss.
It reminded me of all the times
I’d let love pass through my fingers.
It seems there’s never a good way
to make deliciousness linger.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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