A Split Peach

It never got to ripen before it had started splitting at the seam. It was still too yellow. Not soft enough. Too smooth like it was pulled out of the tree too soon before it had a chance to feel. It never got to feel enough of the breezes It never got covered in the morning dew and feel the sun slowly dry its un-ripened skin And start again Or ever feel the earth catch it when it falls In the verdant valley Where I laid you down in your grass-stained white gown before it rained And where I cried missing all your sneezes. Instead, it split too soon Its heart broke before it got to fall.