Sweet
Sweet
It takes more than a dime and two cents to buy your favorite type of sweet.
The sweet you’d embrace and rewarded your mouth with,
Every time I handed it to you with a smile
That would only rise sensing your presence.
A recoil from your temporary happiness.
After days
The feeling of having years of history
With the same wrapper brought never ending
Friendship that I never made a move to defeat.
So with the certainty of a long happiness
I'd patch the remains
To my head as a form of never-ending remembrance.
Eventually the dollar bills that were exchanged for that friendship
Became a reminder that
A dime and two cents would be the only change that I'd get back from
The only realistical reminiscent part of the two-way deal
That gave both of us pleasure but in different ways:
The texture and flavor in your mouth left by the bitten pieces
that would be the victim of my lips
eavesdropping on each of them
But not entirely enough for me to have you forever.
Just a small portion of this limited time would be used
By your smile and a couple of hugs and kisses.
The rest of it would be occupied by your actions of throwing the wrapper away.