Blackout days

I have forgotten the taste. My mouth however has this empty space on my tongue where it once hovered.  A mixture of longing and peace.

Peace that it no longer yearns for the taste. Bitterness for the memories that once in a while threaten to disrupt my peace. 

On the days when I sit back and reminisce,look up at the ceiling with my eyes shut.My heart cages a lit flame of anger so small yet it ignites on those days. 

My sweaty palms that clutch my head and try to shake myself from the tornado of my thoughts. My thoughts that pull me back to the past. 

A past that's meant to be sealed away. 

My sore eyes that flicker up and down , exhausted from searching in the depth of my mind. 

My lungs that inhale the ghost of its scent.

Thinking of the flavor. You were my favourite flavor.