September Peach 

By Isobel Stevenson 

 

I bite into September like a ripe peach

when really I still crave July

 

July was a haunting;

Falling onto your shoulder,

expecting to land and hitting

the floor instead

 

Maybe in December 

I’ll be able to write beautifully about it all

I’ll talk about the cracked window in your room

and the way you used to hover over me

 

But now I think of July

and it is your packed up cardboard box

filled up with our past

 

If you were still here

I’d split the peach of September

And share a half with you

Like we used to share a smile

 

And if you were still here

I’d tell you I love you

And that I was lying all the times I said I didn’t

 

Isobel Stevenson is a junior at Kinder High School for Performing and Visual Arts. She has two cats, enjoys reading and loves the movie Stand By Me.