Aftertaste

Walk me down these nostalgic streets And laugh and make me wander Make me feel the bliss that dwells in me Before it tears asunder For I have seen you often whilst passing by These shops and bicycles and walls I have sensed you in this rising smoke of Restaurants and cigarettes and squalls For even in these quieted nights When my thoughts are left untold I begin to bespeak your calming presence In the words of my every ode I begin to delude and question time, Which in these false timepieces warps I begin to rest my body in utter oblivion As if it were a floating corpse And every morning I awake subdued, My feelings and thoughts misplaced For even my coffee bears in its brew Your bitter aftertaste