Tasting Desertion

I can taste Words you haven't yet spoken, Violent betrayals preordained To ooze over my blistered throat. Broken promises, Pinkies entwined While future fingers fade. I can taste Jokes you haven't yet told, Our precious snapshots Aired out for your friends. Cackling hyenas, Jackals tearing moments She and I both revered. Her poetry makes you laugh now; I can only imagine How mine will. I can taste A relationship you haven't yet ended, The final echoes of sanity, "Where's the old you," Bated breaths being eaten alive- Sucked into the maw Of all the darkness I can taste.