Jerome
written by: Luana Sakurano
@luanasakurano
He says ‘you make your own luck in this world’
Fingers running over strawberry silk
There were strawberries on the tablecloths
And daisies as well, with hearts full of gold
Him, espresso
You, hazelnut latte
Cinnamon spilling onto a satin dress
He puts his fingers in yours, braving storms
You fiddle with his tie, clumsy, bolder
Than you’ve ever dared to be, and it’s free
Doesn’t cost a dime to be dangerous
But when you are forced to hand it over
Every piece of your lions’ heart
Wild accusations of indiscretions
Follow you; scent of an old lover
He suddenly says ‘do you want the pie?’
He feeds you each bite; you steal the cake fork
A memento mori for your scrapbook
When the boy you love becomes poetry
And all that remains is a memory
Think on a spring day; daisies, strawberries
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
The first love is always the hardest
