the taste it left in your mouth was nostalgic.
that one gulp of regret.
the sore lips dowsed in gloss to conceal.
you won't forget the taste, the feeling, the texture, the warmth it withheld.
you evidently wasn't that great at forgetting anyway.
YOU ARE READING
nostalgic gulp
Poetryfor the first days of springtime and the heartache left behind.
