i walked past the wine aisle today pretending to be grown up as i saw rows upon rose and expensive wines infused with notes of exotic fruits and smooth whiskeys, cool beers and cheap *****
i almost walked right past it a blur of artificial pink and green in the corner of my eye i had the sudden urge to linger for a little bit longer
on that strawberry and lime cider.
"hey you'll like this" you offered me a sip of your cup and suddenly i was hooked
it's too easy to imagine the exact taste as it bubbles on my tongue, tingling, and making it's way down my parched throat
easy to swallow and a delight going down especially perfect during a night out in town
though it will never quite taste as lovely as when i sipped it from your lips
sweeter than sweet a sensation reminiscent of, swirling, dancing twirling along my tongue,
the most heavenly cocktail of you and my new favourite drink
and suddenly,
strawberries in season, remind me of you as you held me close and we missed the sun rise
limes suddenly remind me of you as you let go and left only sourness behind
i never liked cider until you brought the taste to my lips
and suddenly,
i wanted to drown in it
but then you taught me, that like most alcohol it's best served cold with eyes that look past me and frozen strawberries
a fizzy concoction of regret and enjoyment and longing and excitement and regret
hard spirits and expensive liquor just cannot compare to the sweet and sour high from a bottle of strawberry and lime
but imagine my surprise the first time after you left when i discovered that suddenly even something so pleasant could have such a bitter aftertaste
and i'm left wondering how much longer will your memory cling to a branded bottle of my old favourite drink.