I heard my mother say it today,

And she could not be more right.

Yes, it is true

I killed my dream; I died a long time ago.

I was hanging out with Mark,

Their house has a large backyard.

His father has an orchard,

And I like apples.

I've eaten too many apples I fear there are none left on the trees,

Just like my dreams and hopes for a once bright future.

Even Mark's father agrees with her.

 

I miss eating apples,

But I have to move on now.

Move on from my old life,

A life once so familiar, but I can now feel it slipping through my fingers.

Even Mark left,

His dad argued it was for the best.

Thus I only remember,

The taste of apples in my mouth.