Is it just me,
Or is this feeling mutual?
The sadder I feel,
The sweeter Dark Chocolate tastes-
It’s as if it knows
And desires to remind me
That I am never as alone
As the Ghosts make me feel.
I’ve never liked dark chocolate in my childhood
Full of unbroken dreams
And sunbeam happinesses.
Like the aging of fine wine,
Ripe sorrow has aged quite well
And resonates in every ounce of the dark mystery that they
The flavor they call bittersweet
Tastes more of the latter word
As I fall into the sympathetic arms
Of the thing that understands.