speckles of sky.

bittersweet tragedy

she was way occupied in pondering, to focus on the heavenly fluid in her hand.
she loved that bittersweet fluid, she has always pondered;
how those bitter and sweet products could fuse and taste seraphic on her tongue,
she wondered if they could blend synergistically too,

if that bittersweet tragedy could happen,

the bitter her,
and sweet him,
she ruminated.