A promise of sweet blissfulness was quickly destroyed

the fruit you bore was sour

cardinal red beads only enjoyed by the worms

But then, if so, I must be a worm

for although we knew the lies of your flavour we returned

day and day again

why? If only to suffer?

Was it the beauty of your branches that called us?

The reaching of arms to grasp the dainty fruits?

For we came and came again

to sit beneath your branches

to spit the sour seeds

for to laugh

for nothing truly compares to the moment we first tasted your fruit

but yet we couldn't stop hoping to recreate the memory

what an odd way to exist

beneath a sour cherry tree