Devour

I was in a parking lot buying a box of your favorite cookies.
The Girl Scout taking my money said,
“Only one? You know they are cancelling the flavor this year.”
I briefly thought of getting more, but shook my head.

Twenty-five cookies later in my room,
shaking the crumbs and powdered sugar into my palm,
I realized I would have eaten them all
even if you were coming home to me.