Bittersweet

Like the ache of all my yesterdays
Rotting in my hollow chest,
Is the taste of strawberries—
Thick and bittersweet,
Like a kiss from your lips.

But I will not think of the memory of you,
Nor how our future was lost
In a few fatal conjugated words.
Nor how in his arms you dreamed,
Before my body got cold.

Nor how because of these,
In the space between sky and sea,
I’ll make the final plunge.
The ocean leers,
Absorbent as a sponge.