your flavor

a flavor, flooded with a distinguishable sugary taste
your taste can no longer relate
day by day, a bitter taste takes place
I sip, hopeful of tasting sweetness again
I try to sustain the overbearing pain
of your cloying taste against my palate
you’ve spoiled, expired
I miss the taste that filled me with elate
every day I take a sip, hoping the previous day was just an illusion
your flavor’s absence is a haunting conclusion
you’re no longer as sweet
the tart taste no longer greets.
your taste, never better than yesterday
yet, better than the taste tomorrow brings
sunday better than monday
monday better than tuesday
I need your flavor to draw out the bitterness
but it is your taste that makes me feel nauseousness
I search for you in every drink
your essence in every sip
your lack of presence is a growing wound, far beyond healing
your sweetness, a shield to the bitter of the world
slowly rotting into something unpleasing
they say I should stop the whine, they say healing takes time
that I’ll move on, that I shall let you be gone
maybe one day, but not today
your taste is a need I miss
I miss it more than anything, I miss you.

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