The sweetest kiwis I ever tasted

There were two for you. Two for me.

The kiwis I never got to share with you

Sat in a bowl, sliced open by my sister.

I intended to let them rot in the fridge,

But she found them and fed some to her daughter.

I didn’t know looking at fruit could hurt

Until I watched the amount of kiwi left decrease.

Maybe I looked as hurt as I felt because

She turned and fed some to me.