Grapes by Frankie Reed

One Poem Only · Oct 1, 2025 · 2m

Grapes Frankie Reed we hung together —tight, green,not yet sweet.small things,skin against skin,no space for air.you leanedinto every breeze.I held still.neither of us saidwhat we knewabout weight.we ripened unevenly.you softened.I didn’t.the stalk grew thinbetween us.not broken —just tired.when I fell,there was no sound.just grass.just air.just me,not where you were.you stayed.you always would have.still facing the lightlike it was enough.if I’d stayed too,maybe we’d have gonequietly —turned dark,sank sweetinto ourselves.but I tasted the sourbefore it came.and leftbefore you noticed. More…