The strawberries that

grew out front

were sweeter than

any store bought

candy, and sip of

champagne,

all the kisses

from my lover.

The strawberries out

front decorated our

homelessness

with hope and love,

it felt like we had more

money, more wealth

with the ripe fruit in the

front of your house.

Walking from the trailer

was a desolate and arid

trudge, but the strawberries

in front made it worthwhile.

The strawberries out front

were your promise to me:

Life will be okay.

Now that you’re gone

though

and the strawberries died

from neglect

and a very dry year,

I am not so sure.