Watermelon Juice

A new poem I'm working on. Please let me know what you think. All comments and thoughts are welcome. :)

 

It’s ten years later

And I still feel the cold

Watermelon juice sliding down my arm

Dripping onto my feet and

Sliding in between my toes.

My puppy used to lick people’s feet

I wonder if she still does.

 

When the days are longer

And the mercury goes higher

Than the rings on the giant oak tree

(and it has a lot of rings)

I think about things.

Mostly, I remember things.

I remember watermelon juice.

I remember you.

 

Those shoes in my closet

Don’t fit anymore.

I should give them away.

It’s just hard

To part with a piece of myself

That I never said goodbye to.

I woke up one morning

And I was this way.

 

The watermelon juice no longer

Crawls down my arm.

I was a messy eater then.

My puppy is no longer a puppy.

She is no longer mine.

You are a hazy recollection

I mistake for a dream.