You gave me a chocolate yesterday.
About thirty hours have passed since then.
Now I unwrap the chocolate—
and your finger too.
Between yesterday and today,
the chocolate—
its taste and flavor unchanged,
yet the absence of your fingerprint
brings to mind
a spacecraft touching the ocean,
its parachute drifting away.
The dropped chocolate
lifts my mood.
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