Discarded
I was a chocolate you rolled on your tongue
and smiled at my savor,
But you spat me out carelessly on the walk
before you knew whether my center
was almond, cherry, or marzipan.
I was a line of coke someone offered you at a party
and you sniffed to be sociable
But it wasn't your rush
because you were still looking
for a high of your own.
I was an agate you found on the beach
and tossed in the water
instead of polishing me with loving fingers
in the warm darkness
of your pocket.