Peach Tangerine

Peach Tangerine

A Poem by Attentive_Ambience

picnic basket delight


Peach Tangerine is what I taste when I say your name. It’s so subtle. As subtle as you are - when I reach out and you’re no longer there.


Yet, I’ll preach your name as Peach Tangerine so that you’re always there, on the tip of my tongue, at the edges of my mind. I never thought ghosts existed. Until I met you. And then I fell in Love with one.


Subtract sunlight from negative space and an outline will appear. How long have you been staring at me? Did you look into my eyes and find eternity? Because I’ve looked into yours.


And when I reach into the picnic basket I’ll pull out a peach tangerine. And when I feast it’ll taste bittersweet.



© 2018 Attentive_Ambience

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Added on February 8, 2018
Last Updated on February 8, 2018
Tags: poem, nastalgia