Citrus Twists

I’ve never liked the taste of pumpkin. It reminds me how the bitter air tasted When the fall was extra cold, when my life was completely altered When you promised to stay and you didn’t.

Now fall comes around again, this year, sweet and sour, like citrus twists I rarely am reminded of you Though pumpkins are still ruined and I still have those days Where the pumpkin-spiced air is suffocating Where the clouds look like whipped cream dollops So I’ll think of those citrus-twisted days and your memory will cease

Four years. I’ve never been happier or sadder, than I am without you.