The Raspberry Jam

The raspberry jam tickled her curious mind with its most peculiar taste. What is it?

A smile of the lover in the white sheets draped in the sunrise warmth? A spark flowing in the current with every jolt of the tongue? The one hungry winter night at the morgue? Now I know. It is you codified in my memory, never to disappear.

On how we recollect emotion in our memory of the good times that were.