Synthetic yellow. Acidic yellow. Mellow yellow.

Sharp and sweet and bitter and melting.

Sugar on my tongue. Slides through my mind.

Because it tastes sogoodsogoodsogood.

My sherbet dreams, face down the bitter realities.

Brings back long linger-lost days of watching you.

Greying pictures, flickering in my old black and white movie.

It's my own V.I.P screening, ticket: one sherbet lemon.

Used to coat my mouth in soft, sticky denial.

Nothing lasts forever (heard it all before).

Somehow never believed it until it hurt (me).

Sherbet melts on my tongue.

And so it goes.

And so.