You were once filled with M&M’s. I always left the light brown ones behind. Plunging into the pool like an Olympic diver elegantly entering the water. Feeling the smoothness of the round candies between my fingers. One after another as I sat on your crushed velvet sofa. The crock pot bubbling in the kitchen. Now you’re empty. Now you’re gone Forever. The light brown ones remain. The stain. You cannot remove it. Just hold on to the fact that there once was a candy dish. What a lovely idea.