jln.

In the middle
of words and
faces, food
and phrases

I see an
apple -- a
bitten apple
just one bite
floating by.

It caught my
eye.

And my heart.

How can an
apple float by?

It disappeared
into a corner.
It came back
a few minutes later.

There it was
again
floating by
catching my eye.

This time,
it dropped
my heart back

bitten.

I picked it
up and looked
back, asked
why.

The apple turned
into a corner
and disappeared.

Give it back.
Give me back
that bite that
little piece
of my heart.

©jln.