Lemon Ginger Tea

The taste of ginger lemon tea, so bitter and yet the only drink that was placed on my tongue.

 We spoke of truth and if there even was or is such a thing. We spoke the same way of good and really what good can good bring. 

An eve met with laughter and banter over the concepts of a childhood classic would numb the senses that are meant to help me make sense. 

After the day is done the lemon is lost and the bitter remains only to be satisfied when the sweetness is regained. It was supposed to be an end in itself, not to require anymore time or effort. The taste remained and the bitterness kept on with all the tastes to come. 

After a fortnight or two we drank again from what was supposed to be an end to itself. Yet still after there is bitterness in my mouth, and a frustration that can not be anything but restless.

 I crave for the sweet yet puncturing taste of ginger lemon tea because for some forsaken reason that taste has become home to me.