You know, today I opened my drawer
To find a packet of pomegranate seeds tucked in the bottom.
I remember, we took two pomegranates from my neighbour’s trees
We were so scared she’d catch us
But we couldn’t stop giggling,
Drunk on mischief and each other.
We spent ages dissecting them
Savouring the sweet burst of the seeds,
Touching each other with wine-stained hands.
And the moment was just perfect.
Remember you brought home a packet of seeds after that,
To plant in our future garden
Of our future house.
And we would have pomegranates whenever we liked,
And you would open them for me, so I didn’t get my hands *****.
It’s funny - I still have the seeds,
But I’ve lost the dream.
I don’t really like pomegranates anymore.
They’re too sweet,
And besides,
They make me cry.