THE LAST BITE
THE LAST BITE
Not always I prefer to eat
Alone: Dark chocolate.
For now, I have to,
Dipped in my salty tears.
Nibbling real slow
To enjoy my sorrow.
Soon reaching its end.
Kept aside, as I usually
Give her the last bite.
My hand twitched
But not my heart.
And that mystic piece
Mended our bond,
Thus she took that last bite.

