I was sitting here and decided that I was going to write something about a wonderful friend...
I don't think I've ever seen the tree
And yet...
I find myself holding one
Or is she holding me?
The pair of us
What a pear...
I sit and stare at her
Thoughts, dreams, plans...
My fingers touch her delicate skin
She is ripe
Within...
Her flesh is pale and sweet
I eat
She is gone...
And yet at her core
She is still a pear