Peanut Butter Cups

She always had one In her hand. “Peanut butter cups,” She’d say, “They help me forget.” She spent her saved change On peanut butter cups At the 7-11 down the road Every day. She would come to class Holding a peanut butter cup And would sit in the second row— Second chair— Eating it silently. When she was done She would fold the wrapper Into a little heart And slip it into her lunchbox. I wondered How many hearts she had made.