Lozenge Love

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.