David's Second Published Poem

Grapefruits
By David Restaino

I smothered butter
Over my Honey Wheat bread
Remembering how you used to sit,
Right there,
Across from me,
Gouging craters into grapefruits
With your spoon.

You jabbed
Into each individual chamber
Its ruby juices bleeding out
And its sinuous pulp tearing.
You ripped out the sliver of
Precious meat before diving again in
A manner that screamed,
"This is how life goes."

I used to think,
When you still sat there,
On the other side of the table,
Before you turned
Your spoon on me,
That against all odds
I wouldn't die alone.