Tomato Lady

For Stacey, a friend who will carry my words when I can't find my voice. 
I love you, sister.

Broken off, surrounded,

brightly cradled fears. 

Filled, yet strangely empty,

hiding swollen tears.

Darkness slowly creeping, 

shattered by the light.

Blood red, painted over,

glazing blurry sight.

Focus turns to fading,

importance slowly dims.

Soon it is forgotten,

like sweetly murmured hymns.

So fresh, and yet so bitter,

one taste; you long for more.

Yet summer drifts to cooler days,

it's all this season's for.

~Lydia Joy Serafino~

8 August 2012