Fruit Stall

By Humzah Farrukh

She asked if I wanted it sliced.

I said no.

I wanted it whole.

Exactly how she once came to me

with hands full

of things she didn’t explain.

That day I loved red.

Red like denial.

Red like your mouth after pomegranate.

I told the fruit seller her name.

She smiled

like she’d never heard it before.

I think nobody has.

You live

in my notes app

In my cupboard,

behind cumin and mint.

I still hear your heels

click against linoleum

two apartments ago.

She asked

how I liked my coffee.

I said bitter.

She sweetened it anyway.

That’s the whole story.

No one warns you

how desire turns domestic

how a ghoul can boil water

and forget to drink it.

I kept the shirt you left.

Not because I missed you

but because it held

the shape of you

longer than I could.

Humzah Farrukh

Humzah Farrukh is a Pakistani-American poet, social impact founder, and UCLA graduate. He began writing as a child and returned to poetry seriously after moving from Canada to Los Angeles. His debut chapbook, Ink Dries Slower When It Lies, explores migration, family rupture, and inherited silence. He currently leads a nonprofit building schools in Pakistan and writes between cities and lives.

Find him on social media @humzahf.

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