A poem I wrote with my dear friend and fellow poet, Justin Davis. Recalling memory on tales we shared, trips we took, all that food and candy we ate together and the conversations that settled between us like star bursts. I miss his presence but I know we can take off from where we left off, one week or ten years from now.
I
swallow tasty sweets like I swallow my pride, it's all stored in an unhealthy
place,
Sweet
or sour, how does it matter when all you can do is swallow lest you taste them?
Both,
I say, the sweet cuts my spicy disposition, while the sour leaves vengeance best
served cold,
And
here I was, searching for our fate in tea leaves, despite that sweet sour
melody humming in the trees.
A
gulp in time to remind me how the melange of emotions keeps me afloat, dancing
on the world's tight ropes,
This
confluence of you and me now shines at the crossroads where we smiled a
melancholy story as the world danced around us
My
taste buds juxtaposed to my feelings of love and lust, the sweet and the sour,
sipping my hazy drink, I devour thoughts of you and me, and me and you.
There
are pages torn from each life that you and I relish, sweet and sour, who are we
to judge except when it's us we taste.
Pages
that turn themselves, quickly passing over parts of sadness, leaving memories
erased.
Not
nearly as quickly though as the star bursts that bound you and me, me and you
together in a candy bag.
The
sweet of the candy and sour of the lost romance leave us remembering days in
dark jungles, lurching leopards in cracking fires.
The
spicy disposition, the swallowed pride, the devouring hunger for taste, for an
edge is how I'll remember you
A
feeling of full, complete, the lethargy sets in, I curl, draw my lids, a dream
of sweet nothingness, until we meet again
Farewell
my friend.
