it's been three days.
the sweet taste of your lips
faded into my mind.

i still can't taste
the brisk mint
tangled in your laughter.

i can't stop biting my lip
trying to pull you
back.

trying to paint the walls of my mouth
with your smile-
but i can't remember how.

i bit my lip six times yesterday
and all i can taste
is misery.

painted in crimson rivers,
on the land
where your tongue used to live.

*is this what goodbye tastes like?