The Taste of Goodbye
A Sensory Poem
Slowly cresting the hill again, red tail lights glimmer and sparkle in the pavement.
Softer by the second, the crunching roll of tires on gravel subsides to the whispers of a misty rain on grass.
Sensing the new vacancy, a deep, rich petrichor invites itself over.
For the first time in a while, warm moisture revisits the ground, the air, and your upturned face.
And then tight, bitter, and familiar, it swells in your throat once more: the taste of goodbye.
About the Creator
Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, especially, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙
Thanks for stopping by! :)
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