I am loved, when I go. Friends are taught my value. They find it, when I go. Affirmation is known, with the talk of a change. A move. One desert, to another. Words carry weight when presence bears an expiration stamp. Speak the date, and a train of thought derails. What was one date, becomes an earnest desire for two. Breakfast becomes brunch, colors are rich. I am now dark chocolate. Bittersweet, and curiously craved.