Taste of Goodbye

I try not to look back, to feel that pain again. I try not to feel it— but your perfume is in my skin. I scrub till the water runs cold, chew mint till my jaw aches, yet I still taste you on my tongue, sweet venom no gum can erase. Your memory is hell sometimes, a slow burn behind my eyes. But hey—here comes the sun, painting gold across the blinds. I don’t regret a second, not the fire, not the fall. I understand you’re gone now… and still I love it all.