I take a bite and I hear your lesson
“Place it on your tongue and press it
Against the roof of your mouth
Let it melt naturally so you get all the flavors”
But today it is tempered by the salt of my tears
That overpowers the subtle notes of orange and chili
As the deep dark chocolate coats my tongue
Melting into decadent tendrils
That encircle my aching heart
Holding the nearly empty bottle up by my nose
I inhale and feel you near
The warmth of musky oak, sharp citrus, and faint vanilla
Seeps deep inside my soul
Wrapping its comfortable layers around
And making me feel safe
As if I’m a child in your strong arms again
Another whiff makes my eyes water
As I choke on my ragged heart
The sun sinks over the snowcapped mountains
Spraying the clouds with bright purple and soft pink
The sight takes my breath away
Bringing back a flood of memories
Sunrises we watched over fishing lakes and rides to school
Sunsets we managed to share though we were miles apart
I reach for my phone to share this moment
But remember you’re not there anymore
We shared our last sunset many months ago
I slip the worn sweatshirt over my head
And snuggle into the soft fabric
Grateful for the warmth that seeps deep into my chest
How many times did I snuggle into this shirt
As you wrapped your comforting arms about me
Soothing my bruises and scrapes of childhood
Easing the heartaches and awkwardness of adolescence
But the closest I can get to your hugs again
Is wrapping up in this old sweater of yours
The music floats through the air
The soundtrack of hundreds of road trips
The memories twist through the notes
Visions of mountains, waterfalls, forests, and canyons
And miles of roads with nothing to see but wildlife
The melody echoes your voice in my heart
I remember singing the words with you
That now sting my soul as Bread intones,
“I would give anything I own just to have you back again”
About the Creator
A. J. Schoenfeld
I only write about the real world. But if you look close enough, you'll see there's magic hiding in plain sight everywhere.
Comments (1)
A. J. Schoenfeld your words paint such a vivid picture of longing and loss. It's like feeling the bittersweet taste of chocolate mingled with tears. The way you intertwine senses—taste, smell, sight, sound, and touch—makes the emotions palpable. It's as if each sensation becomes a vessel for memory, carrying you back to moments shared with someone dear. Your writing is deeply evocative and beautifully captures the complexity of grief and remembrance.