Peanut butter m&ms

I have a half eaten bag of peanut butter m&ms sitting in the soda pocket of my chair;
They’ve been there for three days.
At first it was skittles-
I’d bought a bag of them from the vending machine at work and you’d asked me for some,
Who knew that skittles could become such
a huge token of affection for us?
Eventually I’d bring you a bag of skittles every time I worked with you and if I ever asked
you’d share them with me;
But at some point I realized you loved peanut butter m&ms more than you ever did
skittles-
So we made it a thing to share them at the end
of almost every shift we worked together.
I’d eat half of the bag and give the rest to you;
Or I’d give you the first half and keep
the second for myself and-
it made your face light up with a smile almost every single time.
I lived for those moments-
Especially on nights where I felt like I was
falling apart but couldn’t tell anyone..
You always managed to fix it with the glow in your eyes and the smile that those simple god damn m&ms brought to your face.
So I have a half eaten bag of peanut butter m&ms in the soda pocket of
my chair-
Because I can’t bring myself to eat the other
half since you aren’t here.