a bite of each

when i was younger I used
to go to the bakery

and stare at the rows and rows
of pastries
behind the glass cases,

creamy and soft
under the store lights,

pretty as girls in their summer
dresses.

it was hard to decide on which one
to choose.

so I'd buy a dozen and take a bite
of each.

and so it went with love
as well,

searching for that one to be done
at last,

with sweets.