Souvenir

That was the viscous juice that sealed my fate.  It tasted so sweet as it touched my tongue only to burn all the way down.  It settled somewhere deep in my chest, inebriating me for the better part of a year.  All I could do was hopelessly hope until it was gone.

I thought I had sobered up.  I thought time had made Her nothing more than a postcard addressed to my forgotten dreams.  But as I lie awake, I can feel that she's still here.  A souvenir that I can never give away.