The Last Square of Chocolate

Melting onto greasy foil
the last square of chocolate...
one bitter tile to savor
while mourning
the passage of others...

An imaginary friend beside me stands
and holds out a skeletal hand...
and pleads for a morsel...
what in pity I can't withhold
crumbles between my fingers...

As fifteen ephemeral pieces
revive in angry gut
I can't repress this instinct
to discard the sweet...
but nothing shall go to waste...

Watering mouth...
almost rabid...
imploring my fingers
to arrive with the square...

with craving my waistline
disagrees...
mindless eating I must cease...

And whilst I ponder its fate
the last square of chocolate disintegrates
into forgotten dust
between these insatiable fingers of lust