It’s June

It’s June
It’s summer
I’m sitting on the balcony with a basket
full of strawberries
I’m eating them
one by one
as slowly as it’s only possible
cause every bite is a different memory
a precious little moment
a subtle sound
big thing
It’s the same story
every year
And it means I’m getting older….
I really am
But what helps is
the more bitter this fact is
the sweeter the strawberries taste