Thursday, November 16, 2017

Chocolate Truffles 2017

Hello my love,

A fresh box of Russel Stover's for you ... on the mantle under the picture of you at nineteen years old, at college, you'd said, snapped by a former beau, Bob Someone. I was giggly driving home from Publix with it, they only had a few, my yearly to you, the least I could do, our laughter and glee as we chomped and gulped.

November 17, 2017

The next day.

Truffles for you on the fireplace mantel. Assorted for me: raspberry cream.

Our lips are not smacking together in revere.

Who'd ever have perceived the loneliness of chocolates? The old thumbprints and their wane?


Remind Josh:


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