Old Fashioned Orange Slices


United States
39° 56' 6.3456" N, 84° 7' 20.6544" W


Every time I take a bite I see your kitchen,

Lonely; the kitchen will never be full without you. 



Every time I take a bite the past is harder to swallow,

Tired; without you I may never catch up on the sleep I've missed.



Every time I take a bite I hear your clock,

Frustrated; the sound it makes is stuck in my head for hours.



Every time I take a bite I taste melancholy,

Bittersweet; you're not here to share them with me anymore.


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