Juniper Berries

I used to think decisions were easy, because you felt how you wanted-- and for you that was always enough. Now they’re not so simple as I had hoped, like ripe juniper berries clinging to winter tree branches with a bittersweetness that you never really wanted. But you’re sitting there at the tip of my tongue, like those nights when I drank a little too much and you were always the right decision. Or maybe because you're still something I can't seem to find, even when you're standing right in front of me.