Sting of lemon, drop of lime,
Darling dearest, you’re divine.
It’s been a year since I saw you last-
Sweet and sour can’t erase the past.
A droplet falls from a glass of wine.
I miss you now, and all the time.
This cherry stem tied behind my lips
Still feels warm on my fingertips.
Give me time and I’ll let go of you
Perhaps not now, but in a year or two.
Oh, I’ll lose sleep like I always do
But I’ll eat the lime, and the lemon too.