Ripe Apricots

I crave validation like a stone fruit’s juice

Even though I hate the trepidation of waiting on texts from you

So pretty, so soft, in your flattery again I’ve been lost

Sucked away by the taste of sunshine

I forget again what I can’t call mine

Temporary time ellipse

Then next thing I know I’ve hit that cruel pit

Gone is flesh, left is bone

Should’ve sensed it from your change of tone

Should've savored it before it was gone

But I never learn —

Give me the sweetness, give me the worry

Like an addict, you know I’ll be reaching for another

In my maddened hurry