We lived in a candy world
with no licorice fences,
no peppermint bark gates.

We ate until our faces
stretched wide in
chocolate-stained smiles.

Our nights were spent
drunk (or getting there)
from spiked butterscotch.

Under our feet, the crack
and crinkle of popsicle sticks
filled the sugary silence.

I remember that time
as I lick my fingers
hoping for a phantom taste.

But in the midst of all
its sweetness,
we lost ourselves.

We built a world
that was always meant
to crumble.

And for better or for worse,
I no longer
have a sweet tooth.

03/08/2016

Author's Note: the taste of moving on doesn't have to be bitter.

Posted on 03/08/2016
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