Death.

Cream of Mushroom Soup
was the taste in his mouth
He knows by reason and receipt

When the news came, from an uncle
Directed to the restaurant
By a baby sitter. He'd forgotten fast

But now, the taste is like a fresh memory
Salad veg of the mind
A spring onion, a radish

Too fresh but never to be forgotten
amongst the other complications
of linguini, prawns and  char siu

the memory has not yet begun
as life continues to throw barrages
of taste, pain and paperwork.