by James Beattie Morison
© 2008 James Beattie Morison
Torn between a woman and chocolate.
When I got home,
I went to my cupboard.
I stood there.
I looked at my chocolates.
Then I thought of you,
and what you had said.
Then I looked at the chocolates,
and thought of you.
Again I looked at the chocolates,
and remembered what you told me.
I looked at my chocolates one more time.
I closed the cupboard door.
I thought of you as I walked away.
