by Ava Combs
We often think of moments
The fruit of life recalled
Like when Eve bit the apple
And caused us all to fall
Or when I kissed that Adams’ apple
And called sweet limerence love
The parts of days easiest to grapple
All a part of natures law
We feel as if bodies intertwined
Hearts and souls must too
But that is simply false
Not a bit of it was true
Never mind my mistaken mistrusting mind
For I was never really seen
Never kept
Never known
Never loved at all