Has the meat grown tender
Heart softer
What is to come after
Will it be laughter
Will I hurt further
Knowing no other
Getting another
Are the lips still supple
Is your dress still purple
Why do I fear
Meant for you to hear
Took over an year
Shifted that gear
From then till here
I have reached for the apple fruit
Is it still attached to its root
Come and gone on foot
My clothes filled with soot
Is this the time
Claim what was destined to be mine
Or should I wait some minutes past nine
©fredrick o
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