Invincible Summer |||

Chocolate and stories

This is the story I won’t be telling you tonight. 
No handsome prince wakes, eyes filled with tears 
he has and hasn’t cried. No mug of chocolate 
will sweeten this one in the telling.

This is the story I have and haven’t told you.
How could I? What beautiful princess, eyes half-full
sleeps with her gown around her head, no prince 
of stories to bring her chocolate.

I couldn’t finish this story. The prince 
leans on his sword beside an upturned mug. 
Around the magic tower the roses grow 
too thick for words, or for the prince 
who has broken the only vow he didn’t swear: 
no chocolate, no more stories.