which seemed to us a very strange remark –
as if it were the whimsy of a moment,
and of no moment whether light or dark.
‘You,’ I said, ‘are no true chocoholic.’
The others nodded fervently and long.
I must confess I felt quite melancholic.
I'd thought she was a soul-mate. I was wrong.
‘I hope you soon get over it,’ I told her
but she was deaf to irony and scorn.
It would have been a waste of time to scold her.
Deficiencies like hers aren't made but born.
There but for the grace … let's show compassion.
She'll never know the taste of true delight,
our unabating, unregretted passion,
that serotonin bliss with each new bite.
An oldie from 2007. I was looking to revise it, so as to have a post for the dVerse Open Link Night 5 — but decided it works just fine as is. Only the title and italics are new.