My Daily Pill

Day 37

The taste of your lips
was the sweetest.

The touch of your hands
was the warmest.

The smell of your hair
was the most fragrant.

The feeling of your fingers with mine
was the most wanted.

The love you gave
was the best.

And like a bubble
blown by an eager child

You gave bliss
and much delight.

But with a single prick
Of a curious finger

You popped
into midair

And left me
with nothing

But the worst feeling
you left after the bests you gave.