What remains in the end . . .
Oh. . .
And how i licked the air
(from between cracked confinements)
to taste that which transported such delectable's to me.
Fueling an insatiable hunger within. . .
Alas it hit nothing but a dry breeze
which sought to parch my throat
And i realized it was nothing more
but a scent
that merely awakened
. . . a memory.