Has it really been that long

Since lips touched

and tasted your acidic metal?

You always remind me

of asprin,

the way you tasted

was bitter and dry.

Often I've likened your lips

to the warm mouth piece

of the trumpet I used to play

in junior high.

It was warm and used

but harsh and hard

and often left an odd taste

On my lips

Hours after the contact

Was over.

It didn't have any give,

Neither did you

And I've locked up both

You and my Trumpet

For good.