Seasoning Of Joy

'It is a fine seasoning for joy to think of those we love.'
Moliere (1622-1673)

without you
everything tastes
bland
my taste buds
are dead

i only have to think
of you
to savor the sweetest
taste of honey

i still love you
despite the death
of love
inside me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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