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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