Though I still cannot resist
And reach out every time I pass by you
If we have another couple of days together.
And though I take you home
I am not fooled
You are not as sweet to me as you were even a month ago.
I am such a fool.
It’s not like this is the first time.
You always show up when it’s time to play,
And remind me of picnics,
And exotic holidays,
In far away places.
And every year, I am swept away.
I resent even the slightest suggestion that I share you with others.
You are here for such a short time.
And I have waited all year.
You make me feel like a child guarding her things.
So, I share.
And make sure no one takes too much
Of what is rightfully mine.
It is hard not to feel justified in this
As you become a paler version of yourself.
You will be totally gone soon.
Though pretenders will still appear
And try to convince me they are every bit as good as you.
But they are not.
I know this.
And I will wait.
I can wait for the next watermelon season.