LB

"Every ending is truly sad.
I would have wanted to embrace new beginnings.
But sometimes, the too delicious past,
like one's favorite food,
you roll in your mouth,
careful not to chew it,
savoring it,
pressed between your palate and tongue
until it turns pale,
not wanting to swallow it yet.
I'm not ready to swallow you.
I am not ready to digest you yet.
For I know that after digestion comes excretion.
I don't want you to leave my system yet.
And so I keep you in my mouth.
And so you become the story I tell each pair of ears."
-LB-