I only ever drink cherry Kool-Aid.
It’s sickening sweet red and sometimes I need that,
Sometimes darker is a little too philosophical for me.
But there’s no more cherry left,
Only blackberry grape,
And I sigh as I pour myself some.
Still…
The flavor is sweeter than I remember
As I breathe crisp cold outside in winter overstaying its welcome.
I come downstairs the next morning,
Hoping someone made blackberry grape Kool-Aid.