Bitter Taste

Moments counted & measured like ripe
fruits of summer. Tugging, tasting, your
kisses sweet with pulp, sour tongue, always
unfulfilled. Do the inside and the outside
of things, I am quite partial to the teasing
memories that drone in and out of what
once was us. But those days are done, do
unto yourself as many others have done,
become a memory. Become yesteryear now
that I am forever young. Never remember,
never forget what once was is now nevermore.
Be that as it may, you are still words and sweet
promises gone sour in my mouth. Rotting pulp.
Stop & don’t you ever come back to pluck me.