Please Don’t Make This One Rhyme

I search the grocery store aisles

for honey-flavored vinegar.

A smell I always seem to hate,

but a taste I still remember.


They don’t sell it like they used to,

with a note taped to the top—

warning of side effects,

and maybe even cops.


I didn’t expect they still would,

not after all this time.

But then again, I still find myself

waiting for you each day

to come and wash off my crimes.


If you’re reading this, just know:

the stars still shine real bright.

And just because you can’t see them

doesn’t mean they’re

out of sight.

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