My candy-coated misery, grief's gilded residue

It takes time for me to understand and fully unwrap you

There are layers of self-pity, nostalgia and regret

Each sugar sheet, I'll savor it, with exquisite dread

Your confectionary leaves, like little saccharine highs

Become my rare indulgences, each one a glum delight

The closer I come to, the loss that's at the core

The clearer I see you and miss you more and more

Soft exasperation of unfurling fading hopes

Patiently I mourn, reveries, my heart elope

So hard to stop indulging in my aching melancholy

When it's all that's left of joy, you'd once given to me

October 2, 2019.