My chocolate day

It was only yesterday. My chocolate day,
And yet it`s moving further away
from the way I remember it.
Even the bright and shivering bit.
Away-away go my chocolate day.

It was not brownish nor was it white.
Embrace of invisible tones, but just right.
It was unexpected as it was mellow,
Comprising the dulcet of freedom bellow.
My chocolate day, now turning to clay.

It was the breakdown of normal.
The end of dilettante and formal.
Tearing without the tears
of a little mans wildest scares.
My chocolate day, so unlike today.