Rebel Fruit

I once fell in love with the sweetest fruit

Who rotted & withered as she crossed the sea

None of us remain the people we were

But all still recognizable to me

But through better & worse we’ve evolved

But never once did I ever expect

The kindest of hearts to devolve

I love other fruits who’ve ripened with age

And though their rind is rough & sage

They’ve aged like the finest wine

They remain sweet & kind

And not like their soul burnt in life’s oven.

She no longer has love for me. She joined a rebel fruit coven.