Member Poem

You tasted just like the orange soda that
you just drank, the one you got from the pizza place.
In the few seconds our lips touched I knew I
wouldn’t remember exactly what it felt like,
but I could always count on my mind to fill
the void. So my mind says,
“orange soda. you tasted orange soda”
so that’s what I’ll be imagining
until I can focus on it more, again