Honeydew

Honeydew was one of my favorite fruits in the world 
From the vast sweetness from the very first bite 
To the lingering taste of the fruit that dances on your taste buds 
You savor another taste of it 
Until you realize it 
That the honeydew of your lovers lips where to be lost to your memories 
The last touch of your lips as your eyes cry drops of honeydew 
Their kisses were sweet and lingered in your mind 
For after their departure, you weep dews of tears as you think to yourself 
"honey, no." 

As the honeydews are more difficult to find 
You wander in a foreign field 
Wondering what you did wrong 
Was it the lack of time 
Slipping from your hand?
Or rather was it the lack of communication we had 
But yet, we can speak for hours and hours
I let my favorite fruit go
Because I love you.