I'd Split an Orange With You by Sunny Basu

I’d split an orange with you.

Everyone knows segmented fruits were made for two.

How nice to eat as we wend

Down scenic paths across the bend,

Sharing something sweet with a friend.

I can’t eat this orange by myself.

But I also can’t watch it sit there on my shelf.

High up there, it runs too hot.

While I watch, it starts to rot,

A bittersweet reminder of the sweetness I forgot.

That orange makes me sad, I won’t lie.

If I’m not careful looking at it, I might cry.

It feels like a sin unsaid,

That what’s perfectly segmented

Should lie in my lonesome hand like lead.

I’d split anything with you.

Forget one, I miss being part of a two.

I don’t care the what or when,

I just want to hear your voice again.

So take a slice and tell me how you’ve been.