Strawberry

A Poem by Katie Kistler

Working on getting to the point where you’re kind of at peace with growing apart from a best friend a tiny little bit

Run little strawberry, run
To the back of my head
Where I’ll never find you again
Walk, espresso bean walk
Like the way that you talk
Hardly at all

Speak, tangerine speak
Like you did in the summertime
Dark eyes boring into mine
But leave, carrot head leave
Like the leaves on the trees
Changing with seasons

Left me here
No words, my dear
It’s all to come
Said and done
And again

Sleep, skinny knees sleep
Like you do in my dreams
The only time that I see you
Lie, autumn leaves lie
To my face all the time
It makes you smile

Leave, poetry leave
Scraps of pages all blank
Stealing my words away
But keep, beautiful keep
Something that might remind you
Of me