Apples are always in your room. In our room. 

You said one apple a day keeps the doctor away, but somehow I feel like the apples are a representation of someone’s memories. 

I took one out and it was green, unlike the rest of the bunch. I will now call it the ‘Future’. 

Then I took another out with a normal shape of an apple. I called it ‘Present’.

The last apple that caught my eye was a ripe red fruit. ‘Past’, it was. 

Putting all three apples side-by-side, I came to a conclusion. 

My eyes keep on going towards the apple on the most left. When did I become so sentimental?

The last time you held me in your arms was yesterday.. How I wish I could go back to that time when it was just the two of us..