blueberries.

by Poet on the Piano   May 23, 2022


you never cared for blueberries,
even when they were fresh, a deep purple,
and i would offer them to you from my hand.
but you loved so many other fruits
and sometimes, when i'm feeling blue,
i look back at everything we shared.

everything that is mine
is yours,

even now.

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