A Friendly Gesture

Something so simple as
you sharing your last
pomegranate with me.
We held the fruit in our frail
pulling it apart
to behold the beauty on the
I snuck a glance at you,
trying to take you in for the first time.
Your eyes lit up in wonder
as the insides of pomegranate
seeped onto our hands,
staining them red.
A broad grin broke across your face.
That one crooked tooth sticking out ever
so slightly caught my attention,
making me smile in return
at the many flaws we
have come to embrace about ourselves.
We ate the pomegranate in silence,
save for the quiet sound of a
blossoming friendship echoing
in the background.

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