bitter aftertaste of sweet memories
The warm inviting lights have left a void dark and cold
The creamy sweetness of a sundae cone lingers
Percolating memories of yesteryear and one gone by
I stand and I wait.
And I wait.

The sunshine behind the golden arches beckons people in twos.
But I am alone.
In the night.
Waiting.

Like standing in my own footsteps frozen in time
Recalling a place I now cannot find
Only just obscured from my vision where once I sat content
I left behind the bitter aftertaste of sweet memories.