A month ago, I went to our local supermarket to pick up my daily packet of candy and a few odds and ends. The candy wasn't in stock, so I tried again every other day for a week. Then every week until I learned that Giant will no longer carry this particular international malted milk ball. I am so shattered by the news I need to write a poem about my love for this confectionery, now missing from my life. Here is another original, non-rhyming poem:
my love once described being without me in the metaphor of our favorite chocolate treat
he said it's like wanting Maltesers but being unable to have them
YES
Maltesers are me and I them
mildly sweet, tasty, chocolatey, tongue-in-cheek, kind, empathetic, beautifully round
the kind of candy—forsaking all others—one would happily spend the rest of their life with
so what do you do without them?
get a lesser chocolate bar snack and remain constantly unsatisfied?
disappointed—while still craving even a single serving packet?
I suggested that it's possible to try some other candy and see if one enjoys it as much
but perhaps in a different way
his protest is this
NO
there is only one Maltesers
and as I sit in the car gobbling cloyingly sweet handful after handful of Whoppers
chasing the illusive flavor, sensation, feeling
I know this to be true
Note: Whoppers are not Maltesers 😔
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