The taste of tart plums weeping juice,
The strains of ‘Let it Be’, ‘Hey, Jude’,
The brine-encrusted rocky seashore-
Can never let me forget you.
You will always be my belle.
The best friend tag expired
Along with our friendship.
I won’t be offering it anymore.
That cracked part of my heart
Belongs to you alone.
Leaving was the first step,
But I don’t remember now
When we took the last one.
My bookshelf holds your books,
But they’re mine now to keep.
[AN- This was a response to a prompt on The Daily Post.]
For our final trio prompt of the year, write about any topic you wish, but make sure your post features a bookcase, something cracked, and a song you love.