like a lemon drop
expecting a slight taste of sorrow
but instead being met with the overwhelming grief that accompanies it
as the drop melts onto your tongue
the flavor slowly triggering your appetite
your hunger for more becomes apparent
you’ve been starving yourself
not feeling anything really
the sweetness of it all starts to seep in
that sorrow,
that grief,
all dissipates into nothingness
thoughts clouding your mind
when everything but nothing remains
who would do all this?
just for the sweet taste of what once was
for with every true adventure
comes a nasty resurgence,
it’s perfect complement