Trying to let go is a lot like eating a lozenge.
The memories of the good times soothe my aching throat
and pacify my heart.
I try to hold on for as long as I can but
I’m honestly no match for the indefinite fade.
That shy, mischievous look on the first date,
Getting lost in your eyes-
all the jokes I never made.
The dreams we shared
I want to believe you cared.
Sometimes in the most twisted way,
we find comfort in our own pain.
I cough as I lick the last drops of syrup from my lips.
Then I reach for another lozenge.