That’s what these days are for me.
The sticky film of too much sugar coating my mouth.
The frosting was sweet, but the aftertaste becomes sour.
Bittersweet? Sweet and sour.
Sweet and sad.
Friends extending birthday wishes.
Glittery gift bags, cards, smiles.
Loss. A companion, known yet unknown.
Ineffable connection. Haunting.
Half of me, that I never met.
The daffodil on my arm is a reminder.
A bloom, that’s me. The bud, that’s her.
The sharp point of the needle, etching the colors into my skin