Good Witch, Bad Witch

My day today was an apple core
with seeds like a flower and
a stem, sticky and wet.
I had no napkin to hold it with,
no place to dispose of it;
my hands still smell sticky sweet.

My day today was an apple core
with bite marks and bruises.
But just like a lonely apple core,
it's still hard to forget the fruit
that had been.

You weren't here
and I missed the seconds
we usually get to share
even if they are
just seconds.

You weren't here
to see me go back on my word
and unravel when
the ink and paper didn't
speak the truth
I wanted them to.

You weren't here
but you'll be back to see
what kind of fruit
tomorrow brings.