watching the barn door shut
upon the horses’ tails,
wishing for water
once the well has run dry
chocolate saved too long
until bitter on the tongue,
the acrid scent of milk
several days past its due
the acrid scent of milk
several days past its due
saying goodbye in the rain
and walking away,
only to spend your days
looking back
looking back
whimsy~mimsy 
Jun 06, 2013 @ 04:09:01
Indeed…you’ve captured those feeling associated with looking back over one’s life.
Jun 06, 2013 @ 15:43:48
Oh, my – this really says it nicely. I’ve been experiencing quite a bit of this lately. Well done!
Jun 06, 2013 @ 21:24:58
Me too 🙂 mental hugs!
Jun 06, 2013 @ 16:05:20
I really like the poem, but a question. Does chocolate really go bad? I’ve had mine melt, but never last long enough to go bad. But then I like my chocolate the same way i savor my regret – bitter-sweet.
Jun 06, 2013 @ 21:24:16
Yes. 🙂 chocolate goes bad. It changes color, texture, and flavor. I had some once that tasted like soap even.
Jun 07, 2013 @ 19:08:40
i hate it when that happens… in C-rations whey had a piece of chocolate that was so hard you had to hammer it into bite sized pieces. It NEVER went bad; yet, it was always bad. Aye, lassie, that’s the rub! 😉
Jun 07, 2013 @ 23:33:10
🙂 now that sounds like another poem in itself…