You give me a box of chocolate
The way some people offer their hearts
Shyly
As if sweetness is a secret
Meant only for the one who knows how to open it
I lift the lid
And the room warms
As though your tenderness has a scent
As though every piece inside
Remembers the shape of your hands
Each chocolate is a small love letter
Dark for the nights you held me close
Milk for the mornings you softened my name
Caramel for the way your voice melts
When you’re trying not to say
You miss me
I taste them slowly
Letting each sweetness linger
Letting it teach me something
About the way you love
Patient
Generous
Full of hidden centers
That only reveal themselves
To someone willing to savor you
And maybe that’s why I keep the box
Even when it’s empty
Because loving you feels like this
A sweetness I open again and again
A tenderness I never finish
A gift that tastes like forever