Took this blade and cut this heart.
Two equal parts.
Blood Red Orange... dripping.
I suck fast.
You, filled with all.
Me, left with a memory soon distant, swirling on my tongue.
Silly I was.
I should've made a pate.
Two hearts. One blender. Lightly seasoned.
Save some for later.
For memory sake.
For the cold days when we would wonder
WHAT. Brought us together. In the first place.
Instead of a bright red sucker fruit.
Tracy j H