The thing about chocolate wrappers

An empty caramel chocolate wrapper sits there

Devoid of the golden brown goo and velvety darker brown exterior. 

This was a good chocolate

- the kind that would be eaten slowly- savored- in a luxury chocolate ad. 

Now it was gone– the wrapper, the only remnant that it ever existed, that it once satisfied. 

But that would soon be thrown away. Into the little white trash can beside the bed.

 Put to rest. 

Gone forever. 

Soon the trashcan will wear out

Get tired of being filled up with junk

The pearly white paint will rust until it is more of a brownish haze

It will become an eyesore until 

It gets tossed into a larger trash can and becomes one of 

A million forgotten trash cans in the dump

Only the circular dent on the floor remaining

In a couple years, you will move

The trashcan dent will fade or be painted over

By a new family that laughs in your former kitchen

And a father that tucks his daughter in the same place 

Yours did the same.

And 

Just like that.

First The chocolate,

Next

You.