I have eaten
the last sherbet
that was in
the sweet box.

And which you
were probably
saving for
after school.

Forgive me
but it was
like fresh summer fruits
on a sunny day;
it was
as purple as a plum
during harvest season.

It tickled my tongue
like fireworks in my mouth
and gave off sparks
when I gave it a crunch

but I left the wrapper
for you.