MY GIFT by John Grey

My first mistake

was arriving at her door

with a box of chocolates.

First, she admonished me

for being so uncaring 

of her figure.

Then she grabbed

the sweets out of my hand,

found them far more

tempting than me.

She must have eaten the whole box

while I could do nothing

more than look on,

feeling the ultimate third wheel.

It was a sorry preview

of the day

she would find somebody else.

They would come in a box

just like this,

their charms individually wrapped

for ease of identification

and digestion.

Maybe I'd even be the one

who introduced them.

Maybe she'd glare at me,

say, there goes my diet.

Maybe he'd be the weight

she put on.