Treat

(Written for Sunday Scribblings #314: Treat.)

It was supposed to be something special.
A rare jewel to be savored slowly.
Its presence would invite jealousy if known.
So even the having of it was a treasure.

It was supposed to be a heartfelt gift.
A sacrifice of time and self just for you.
Something to be carried only in memory.
So the thought of it brings warmth to your heart.

But you have fouled it with your abuse.
A trophy to be paraded and mocked.
It is derided for its imperfections.
So rejected as unfit even for beasts.

I can not take back what was given.
A wound pains me where my love once was.
But I will heal and continue without you.
So that all you have is the spoiled and bitter treat.