Grapefruit
Love and Mortality
Perfect weather reeks of nostalgia;
72 degrees and reminiscence.
On days like these
I think about being a kid,
And the line between missing my family
And longing to be part of yours
Is a blur.
You feel the way
Grapefruit covered in sugar
Tastes,
And like all the other things from my childhood
So bittersweet that they hurt.
I will never admit to you
That I am a little girl
Playing make-believe
In a twenty-something-year-old body.
Or that I keep you around to replay
What happened when I was five.
It’s better if I never confess that
You make me feel like a child
In all the good ways,
And all the bad ways.
It’s better if I never speak of my parents,
Or why I am who I am,
Or how you remind me of my mortality
And I wish we had more days left to get it right.
I’m afraid of the last time
That we won’t know is the last time
And having to search for you in perfect weather.
In faded memories
I wonder if you will still feel the way
Grapefruit covered in sugar
Tastes,
And like all of the apologies I never got
And probably never will.
About the Creator
Anna Michelle
Hopeful romantic. Love poem enthusiast.
Comments (5)
Lovely! Love the contrast you create with imagery and internal conflict.
I really enjoyed this set of poems!
I am in awe of the emotional ride I went on during this, yet I’ll get on it again and again. A poem has never resonated with me so much. I am thankful for this read. I keep mumbling the lines as if they are mine and, and I’m tasting grapefruit all at the same time. “Snap snap snap snap, and snaps” to you Anna, I can’t wait to read more from you. Never stop writing!
The grapefruit looks fantastic! Your poem… surreal! Great work!
Beautiful... I can taste the grapefruit, the longing to escape adulthood, in that phase where you have big dreams but you have doubt, and you just want to curl back into the safety of being a kid, even though not everything in childhood was great... Very lovely.