The Orange Grove
I walk through an orange grove; my only thoughts are you
You with your sharp tongue and thorny heart
I had you for the briefest of moments
Our love like the oranges: growing, flourishing, decaying
The brilliant first day of meeting
How your eyes shone
A hint of mischief, a spark of adventure
Violets and baby’s-breath bouquets
Giggling across the city; drunk on love
Walks along the river at sunrise through sunset
Having all of you and yet begging for more
Nothing tethering us to reality
We floated higher and higher
The gentle way you held me
Head over heels, falling deeper than I imagined
Arm in arm, you led me
The plump orange seemingly perfect
Bursting with tenderness and yearning
Yet it remained incomplete, slowly dying
A frenzy of sleepless nights
A shattering of hope and faith
Your eyes no longer met mine
Hands tucked in your sweater; I’m left cold
Picking out the pieces you splintered
Lonesome mornings, torturous nights, relentless tomorrows
The orange spoiled and forgotten
Nothing to bring back what was lost
Meredith Good is a freshman at the University of Toledo. She is pursuing an English Literature degree with hopes of going into law or teaching. Her poetry has not been previously published, so she is very grateful. She loves to read, go on hikes with her mom, and cuddle with her cat in her free time.
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