love, tomato

when i had first laid my eye on you
you were a picture perfect dream,
so ripe and ready i had plucked you,
the vine sprang back as though it's been
in wait for me to come and get you,
but since, some weeks have passed and i,
having forgotten you existed,
had left you in the fridge - to die.

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