I can’t eat green grapes.
Not anymore.
I can’t look at a soccer ball without thinking of you.
Lord of the Rings has a new meaning,
so does Coca-Cola.
It’s funny how such a simple thing can mean so much.
How one little thing can bring tears to my eyes,
can cause my heart to race.
I can’t eat green grapes.
Not anymore.
Not when I know they’re your favorite.
Not when I know you can catch them
in your mouth effortlessly.
I can’t eat green grapes.
Not anymore.
Not without thinking of your mouthing closing around the
green that matches the color of the
shirt you wore when we first met.
I can’t eat green grapes.
Not anymore.
Not without them leaving a sour taste in my mouth.
The same taste the comes when I say your name
I can’t eat green grapes.
Not anymore.
