Chocolate Rice

'I look out the window, Gradually become aware Of the downturn of my lips, Of the rubbing of finger and thumbnail'

The heater kicks on,
My chocolate cools off.

I look out the front window,
Gradually become aware
Of the downturn of my lips,
Of the rubbing of finger and thumbnail.

Hot chocolate made with rice milk,
Tastes like chocolate rice.

Not so great.

Four years from home,
I fantasize apologies,
Aim for mending rifts.

I never knew how to explain,
What I didn't know at the time.

Author's Note

I hope that this is okay, I would just like to make note; don't make hot chocolate with rice milk... Not pleasant.