I know what disappointment feels like.
It’s when the pit of your stomach falls away,
and you clutch at your gut in the almost physical pain.
It’s when you wish you hadn’t drunk the happy juice
because when the bubbles fade,
your body craves for something
you can’t always have.
It’s when your mouth hangs open,
as if you meant to say something,
but no words come. Your tongue
jangles with emotions,
but it is heavy as lead
and in silence mourns the dead muscle
that used to be your heart.