I ration you like cough drops.
Hoard you like the chocolates
I hid from myself —
that my sister always found.
I do not frown on those days
your laughter fills my void.
This autumn chill,
this grey sky shroud
cannot dim each time I savor you,
your cheery essence: lemon, cherry,
menthol eucalyptus.
When your breath fills my nostrils
the ache within subsides.
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