The first day I saw you, we talked about apples.

Regular apples.

The ones that grow in your grandmas backyard.

Since then I’ve learned how you like your apples;

Preferably in juice form, but if not, then green apples are the way to go.

Every store visit, I buy you an apple.

Not because you asked, but because I know you will want it.

And even after our story faded, I buy apples.

Green apples. Just like the ones in your grandmas backyard.

I never got to taste those, but with you gone, no more fruits exist.

I’ll love you until every green apple vanishes from earth.