Grapes

I need to get stuff off of my chest. (Not typically what a poem entitled "grapes" insinuates but oh well) A series of events.

I've had approximately

Thirty five thousand, four hundred and twenty four minutes

To think of what I might say to you

After a month and a half of awkward silence between us

And I blow it all with a simple question-

How many grapes can you fit in your mouth?

I had so much I wanted to say-

Hey, how are you?

How was your summer?

...Is there anything wrong between us?
Am I not doing something right?
I still love you.

Yours evermore.

Many things to say, and I chose grapes.

You answered, and I think we went our separate ways.

Author's Note

hhhhhh love is confusing I just want to scream I thought I was so certain

I'm fine

Reviews

[Death's Poet]

This poem is rare. The subject matter is so two sided in a way. The overall tone is sad, but there are moments that are so unusual that you can't help but smile. It was a great read because it was exciting and unpredictable. I think the most beautiful poems are the ones where each line surprises you, and this was the case here. Your flow is beautiful and I really enjoyed this. Well done

[Arriam]

well, thank you so very much for your kindness!