tang; zip! that certain tart feeling when you no longer possess
something that really made you you - you wake up
 in the morning
with a hole (not whole) and you feel it in your mouth
when your heart as a battery leaks a little acid
from the puncture wound not healing
and maybe you wonder if TODAY will be the day
 that you do something stupid
 trying desperately to fall in love
with some lesser goddess than the one just departed
 (knowing none will come when beckoned.)

and it makes you feel your life,
 the rest,
is really just going to be a compromise on love
 (who needs love anyways?)
because your very best most gorgeous shot at it
just fell right through
 
 less a pity party, more acknowledgement
 of the beauty of the spirit departed.

success? perhaps, but nonetheless with the
 TANG of my soul lacking her
 every morning.

i still love her, damn it.