The Left Overs II

In a somewhat ironic twist, it seems I inadvertently bought 'Love Note' candy for the trick or treaters who never came and seeing as I'm sure as hell not going to eat these sugary discs (or slip them under some sweet someone's pillow) here they are, just for you.

I particularly like the one that says "gotcha", as it seems the most evocative of what love is like, sneaky, smug, possibly violent, holding on for dear life and not letting you forget about it.

Gotcha!

The Left Overs

I passed them squares of chocolate
through the cream cast iron grate
and disgruntled though they were
to receive such a paltry offering
it seemed to please them to find in me
a grown up playmate.

I rushed out in the rain
lest I be caught out once again
with nothing suitable to greet
the four foot ghouls
with opened palms
who called out 'Trick or Treat'.

And though I returned
with multicoloured treats
(and types of chocolate
kids might like to eat)
the night brought no more
four foot ghouls
with opened palms
parading down our street.