The author is trying to figure out the essence of life by taking small steps towards the appropriate answers.
He said it tastes different
What did it taste like?
Was it the saline ocean water
just like the salty relationship he had with his brother
who is no longer by his side
Or like rainwater
that once used to be the medium for the paper boats race
he used to have with his brother
No one knows
Or like the Juice he used to fight with his brother for
what tasted like heaven back then as toddlers
is just a mere flavoured cold drink for him now,
He thinks about it as his teary eyes hold the sight of
his kids sharing a two-way straw while
enjoying Orange juice,
being reminded of the time when he spilled his juice purposely
only to make his brother share his juice
His heart fills with great satisfaction and adoration
he licks his lips which were wet from his tears,
But sure they taste different he thought
the tears of adoration.