Taste

Written by Jacob Ibrag

You stare at a shooting star

as it consumes your attention.

Moments away from exploding,

you make a wish while it’s still in

your peripheral. Forever gone,

floating in oblivion. Gravity goes

fishing, catching and releasing.

You wake up to a familiar taste

on your lips. ‘It’s always been

you, my reason to exist.’

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Photographer Unknown