Make it last.

Here it is
a month and five days later
and she still has Valentine's chocolates
left over-- her favorites, of course
since she's saved the best for last again.
I look through the three half-eaten survivors
of the labeled assortment
considering her technique--
she takes small bites, savors a little at a time
as opposed to my pop-'em-right-in method.
In another two hours she'll be here
greasy, hungry, and tired from the ride
and in the same way that the candy tells me
I'll know the Magic Eight-Ball was correct.
It's just a matter of not killing each other first.