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.