Life gave off an aftertaste
Which was hard to discribe,
Between tart and citrus.
And with it, this tight feeling
Spreads through his jawbone,
As saliva sprang from his tongue
Forming a little lake beneath it.
Swallowing hard right after
Helped to remove the liquid,
But the gum still prickles
Forcing him to clench his teeth.
His throats holes felt
Like they were closing up.
Air thought his open mouth
Forces its way so he can breath.
The feeling faded slowly
But the aftertaste remained.
And the smell of tangerine
Continuously assault his nostrils.
Though it could have been
The zest or rind of lemons,
Depending on his location
And the angle of his perspective.
Twenty seven years ago
When he was sure he knew it all,
He would’ve been able to confirm
Exactly what was going on with him.
But it was not that way these days.
He wasn’t sure of many things,
Still there was no reason to complain
When life gave him a taste of something.