I made it simple, or so I thought
Just water, sugar, and what I bought
But it changed when I wasn’t looking
Like something else was always cooking
It looked the same in a clear glass light
But it felt off after the first bite
Not bad, just different in a quiet way
Like something I couldn’t name that day
It’s sweet, then sharp, then fades too slow
Like something I should already know
It stays on the tongue, won’t let it go
A quiet thing I can’t control
I stopped trying to make it perfect
Some things don’t need a reason or verdict
It just sits there, doing what it does
Turning “almost” into “because”
It doesn’t ask to be understood
It just exists the way it should
And somehow that feels more real to me
Than anything else I try to be
It’s sweet, then sharp, then fades too slow
Like something I should already know
It stays on the tongue, won’t let it go
A quiet thing I can’t control
What it is never needed a name
It was always just the same