i licked, smacking my lips,
the frosting off of a
cinnamon bun
for the first time since
june of 2011;
*it tasted bittersweet,
just like i remembered it last.*
the only sweetness was
remembering that the night
we split one for the two of us,
was also the night when two
souls became one.
*it took courage and true love
to eat something i didn't like to begin with.*
the bitterness was
a combination of thoughts
and feelings of
betrayal and replacement,
just like the dough.
*it took everything to eat all of it,
it took everything to forget you.*