familiar flavours

your face is a myriad
of times and seconds spent
on firsts. 
with every trace along
the crease on your brows
i find the bits of myself
slipped between.

we made the minutes worth;
gave value to worthless days,
stretched the months
till we broke the seams;

forever never lasts for long


the memories taste like you
but sweeter,

my taste buds are a sucker for nostalgia.

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