Plum

Feel the bruising through the skin

It won’t go back to being green again

Try to hold on to the sweet,

Where the softness used to be

I feel nothing,

I feel dumb

You’re a peach and

I’m a plum

Feeling less then revealing more

The stone that’s buried: what the fruit is for

You were in bloom in your own time

I was there, but wasn’t mine

I feel nothing,

I feel dumb

You’re a peach and

I’m a plum

I’m a plum

No one is old, and nothing is young

You’re a peach and I’m a plum

No one is old, and nothing is young

You’re a peach and I’m a plum

I’m a plum

I’m a plum