The shape
of your laughter

left upon an apple
with each bite

the imprint
of your smile

cut in white
into the apple's skin

the glint
of green

all preserved
though you are gone

I smile
upon
your
smile

still held
now

chiselled in white
& green

taste the shape
of your laughter

that the apple offers

devour
your presence

down to the very last
pip

pleased
even with
such stolen things

culled from
an half eaten apple

until
you
are
only
the stalk

held between
my fingertips

and I have to

fall back upon
memory

helpless as Mr. Newton's
gravity.

Dónall Dempsey

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