Cara Wood

Bittersweet Coke

Your memory is just a fog,
Nothing more than that.
Every now and then
You come like a ghost,
Nothing more than a bittersweet coke.

One sip and I’m there,
Sitting right next to you.
Warm summer air and your arm around me.
That silky, smooth taste puts me right back with you.
So I smile and I drink
To the shade I don’t miss.

It’s a good memory of the times we once had,
Before the fights and the hate
And the ever present tears.
The taste of a coke always brings me back
To the moments before that,
To the calm before the storm.
A bittersweet memory from a bittersweet coke.

So I smile and I drink
To your bittersweet specter.