“marriage” was a leaf of parsley
“future” an after-dinner mint
“love” a palette cleanser.
In your mouth,
they were decorative garnishes
sprinkled among our conversations
bright and pleasant-smelling and
easily mistaken for a full meal
with no nutritional value
occasionally sweetening the tongue
only to evaporate
the taste lasting long
after you were gone
than before you spoke.
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