(I think that was what people would call a) “Fling”
I remember that time we chewed gum together.
Sweet and minty, we mouthed and tongued the stretchy stickiness
How the flavor burst!
Even stung a little, as strong mints do at first.
We sat smiling, chewing gum.
I remember that time we blew bubbles together.
Air from our lungs momentarily wrapped in chewing gum.
We blew them big, and we blew them small
Some bubbles popped before they could even be called a bubble after all.
We sat laughing, and blowing bubbles.
We did that for a while.
But our jaws grew tired, tongues bored.
The gum stiffened, flavor faded.
The air from our lungs no longer exhaled and inflated
Our chewing gum.
We decided to stop blowing bubbles then.
We spit out our gum.
I think it was thrown out of the car window
Or pressed thoughtlessly into an old receipt.
The only trace of our bubbles left,
Tossed away to grow stale under your backseat.
We don’t chew gum together anymore.