Written Reality: Poetry: Sweet Memories

Sweet Memories

by Andrea M. Newton

Silence sweetens the night
like purple cotton candy,
grips me with the might
of the darkness of the sky.
I savor the decadence,
the sugar on my tongue,
lost in rememberance
of days long past.
Slowly you drift by;
I watch you live,
watch you die,
and again I stand alone.
Other than air there only lingers
the memory of the taste,
teeth, tongue, and fingers
stained purple from the treat.

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