A Taste


After my first taste, I had to come back for seconds
But you gave me minutes, and hours, and days,
weeks, months, and years

My clocks turned to calendars
My spoonfuls to plates
, my my's to {h}our's and back again to days
weeks
months
and years

time passed with you
by ,then away

Our years turned back to months, weeks, days
Our {h}ours turned back into my's
My plates to spoonfuls, I couldn't take a bite
My calendar fell, my clock stopped.

Could you please come back for seconds?

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