Those Ineluctable Sticky Spots Poem by Delilah Miller

'Sucking too hard on your lollipop, oh, love's gonna get you down.' Mika

All that's left are feelings like sticky traces
lingering in the empty candy pot.
Gone are dreams of a gingerbread home someplace
filled and trimmed with with every sweet life has in stock.
Gone are your ooey-gooey whispers of affection
that dripped from your lips enough to make your teeth rot.
My sweetest loving couldn't feed your growing appetite,
and you ate it all up like I was your candy shop.
Soon all my sugar had no rush,
only the sickness of eating candy enough to make you pop.
Now, there's only a hollow in my chest,
lined with those ineluctable sticky spots
gathering dust
and teardrops.