Cherry Chocolate Memoirs

You left behind.

I sift the coco.

It slips through my fingers,

powdery granules,

delicately divine,

yet, bad for the heart.

I’m left behind,

with stained chocolate fingers,

and a jar of maraschino,

not daring to taste,

or wipe away temptation.

Taste and my heart dearly will pay,

and to wipe, I know not how.

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