The shape br of your laughter br br left upon an apple br with each bite br br the imprint br of your smile br br cut in white br into the apple's skin br br the glint br of green br br all preserved br though you are gone br br I smile br upon br your br smile br br still held br now br br chiselled in white br & green br br taste the shape br of your laughter br br that the apple offers br br devour br your presence br br down to the very last br pip br br pleased br even with br such stolen things br br culled from br an half eaten apple br br until br you br are br only br the stalk br br held between br my fingertips br br and I have to br br fall back upon br memory br br helpless as Mr. Newton's br gravity.