DAYS WITHOUT YOU III

(4)

The jelly you got me is almost gone.

The strawberry jam you so sweetly sent

before you left

are almost completely consumed.

They have been scrumptious

but, as each lick of the spoon

or bite of the bagel

brings me one step closer to the container's conclusion

the tantalizing taste has grown more and more bitter.

The jelly you bought me is almost gone

and I need it replaced.

Now, I know you're in Pakistan

or, somewhere out of state.

But when do you think you'll come back

to give that which I so desperately need?

I don't know how long I can make this jar last�