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Old Fashioned Orange Slices


Orange,

Every time I take a bite I see your kitchen,

Lonely; the kitchen will never be full without you. 

 

Scratchy,

Every time I take a bite the past is harder to swallow,

Tired; without you I may never catch up on the sleep I've missed.

 

Chewy,

Every time I take a bite I hear your clock,

Frustrated; the sound it makes is stuck in my head for hours.

 

Tangy,

Every time I take a bite I taste melancholy,

Bittersweet; you're not here to share them with me anymore.

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