Oh dearest apples,
Skin of red, crisp sweet center of white.
For years I ate you every day. With peanut butter. With cinnamon. With alcohol (hard cider for-eva!). In pies and crisps. When I was lucky, straight from the tree.
You were my first healthy love, the only fruit my picky little self would eat. As I grew, you were always there. From the perfect kid sized snack, through adulthood where you nourished me through studies and long office days.
Fall is the time when I miss you the most. You decorate store shelves and taunt me with your ciders, donuts, crisps, and pies.
I can’t resist. I must have you, at least once. One delicious day followed by a stomach-pain filled night. But then, we must once again go our separate ways.
Though your high fructose ratio keeps us apart, know that I think of you often, and cherish the memory of our many years together. I’ll never forget you. And I’ll never stop hoping the day will come when we can be together forever again.