Aftertaste

Written by: farah chamma

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