A Taste Locked Away

In that diner, neon dreams used to twinkle and sway,

grease-stained menus where laughter would play.

Now the sign’s dark, ghosts haunt the night,

a taste trapped in memory, it doesn’t feel right.

Fries piled high, with a side of old jokes,

shakes that could drown out the silence of folks.

But I drove past today, each window just black,

where we forged our bond, now that warmth is a crack.

The smell of the grill, the sizzle of fate,

a taste I can’t replicate, a love that won’t wait.

Only there, beneath the faded linoleum glow,

does the essence of us still stir, still flow.