Water dribbles off my nose
and down the drain
I cradle in my hands a bar
of memories, melting away
it smells nothing like it’s namesake;
a subtle combination of protein,
funk, patchouli, damp cocoa,
and thievery
locked in the soap room
on a day when the sky was too blue
a memory only I want the key to;
we take a big bite and pretend
it’s chocolate milk.