I hastily sat another bite upon my tongue. My mind, confused, searched. My tongue fell into emptiness like a foot searching for a stair in darkness. My jaw ground the rocks in my maw to gravel. I swallowed.

Nothing.

I was not sure whether my tongue or brain were betraying me. Sitting, still, I try to know whether taste ever existed at all; Whether anything ever tasted like anything. I attempted to recall what bread or meat or broth was to me.

Nothing.

It never did come back, or maybe it hadn't ever been with me.

I suppose now I only wish my memory to be more vivid-

To remember what exploring each day was like when I could taste it.