Spring came

And the roses bloomed

The sun shone brightly

As I held your hand tightly

We ventured into the unknown

You saw something and ran

Leaving my hand still swinging in mid-air

I smiled when I saw you childishly plucking plums

And when you looked back you blushed

Cheeks smoother than the fruit you held

Did you really love those plums

Or just the idea that you got what you chased