Behind a pile of books,
In a small pocket of a school bag,
Under the pillow.
The other night when opening a cupboard I saw the blue wrapper, two squares left.
My moment of glee brought me to the thought of you.
Had you been there we'd have shared, and though I had all the more to myself,
I wanted to place the extra piece, already sticky with my finger prints, into your palm.
To share this little joy with someone who would understand.
Though diluted by time and efforts to forget, I can still hear your laughter, feel your affection.
The refrigerators hum brings me back to my kitchen.
I see that I am alone, the wrapper empty.
I throw it away, and return to my desk, wishing I had not opened the cupboard.
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I want to find a better way to express arriving back from the moment of longing, but otherwise am fairly pleased.
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