How fitting it is
   that it is comestibles
   you send me...
A many sweet and salty mess
   packaged,
Sent airy to me, in lieu of you,
A fattening ambassador of your
   affections,
To open your message elicits
   excited, grins, giddy
To get my fingers around
   your goods
And greedy, to consume your
   sympathies
Is to relive your absence
And my abuse
For what goes in so sweetly
   comes out foul
Through my insides,
   my reckless avarice
...Knowing that in the end,
   again,
All I'm left with is an
   empty box,
And a sugar crash.