Pieces of your chocolate,
Left on the front seat of my car
Remind me of my life dream’s being shattered
You smell life
And wonder, if it’s you or not.
But then, falling to sleep and thinking
Maybe that’s well enough,
More than enough
Unintended
You are
You were…
And the chocolate crumbs melt,
Like dark snowfalls…
Making my own movie in my stubborn guts
Living my life
And eating your chocolate
Too bitter…
Pieces of your chocolate
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