The last lemon.
What a joke it was, right?
You'd throw one at my window
and we'd laugh all night.
I'd let you in my room and
lock the door.
You said we wont need riches,
we would be happy even poor.
Cause you'll have me with you and
I'll have you with me and together
we'd be as happy as we could be.
But oh, the last lemon.

You knocked on the door
and I jumped to open it.
I smiled so messy and you felt so fit
as I hugged you and kissed you
and told you how much I missed you.
While you went to fight in the battle
and I watched the kids grow up
tending to the cattle.
We didnt have much but we had
 each other, when it'd be 3am and
 we'd bake a messy cake with a messy batter.
And it was in times like that I knew,
 what was and what wasnt,
was never gonna matter.
Then when you left once again
 to fight for the land and I spent all my time
 watching as the sand slipped down
the hour glass and fall to heap.
I felt it before it came to happen,
whatever was gonna happen,
happened when I wasnt ready to
reap or weep or comfort the kids
 to a dreamless sleep.
I sat in our room and there was a
lemon klunk against the window
and I felt hope shine in my chest.
I ran down and threw the door
open wide and your mates stood there,
their tears flowing like a fresh
new tide of salt and sorrow
and so much of what could have
been on the morrow.
I fell down and sobbed
and sobbed and looked at down,
my chest felt so, so tight
and it came to my mind, that
the last lemon..
What a joke it was, right?

This isnt my normal style, Ik Ik. 
But its been so long since I wrote anything,
I'd started to think whether I am actually
talented or if the poems were just a phase T_T
Welp now we know Ig? (IDK!!!)

Anyways, here's one aftr a long time.