🍎The Silence Between Apples 🍎

 The Silence Between Apples

by Pia Hjorth 

They fell like promises — soft and round,

Now bruised and broken on the ground.

Once ripe with laughter, sweet with grace,

Now fading slow in time’s embrace.

The orchard hums a hollow tune,

Where we once danced beneath the moon.

The grass remembers every kiss,

But love forgets — it’s come to this.

No hands to gather what’s been lost,

No voice to mourn the silent cost.

Just apples rotting in the shade,

Where once our hearts were gently laid.

The silence speaks in skins turned brown,

In fruit too tired to wear its crown.

Love was here — I saw it bloom,

Now it sleeps beneath the gloom.