Ode to a Yellow Squash

Dearest Mr./Ms. Yellow Squash,

I'm really sorry about today. I completely forgot about you for so long... and apparently it was a little too long. When I found you in the back of the fridge I felt so bad. You weren't yellow anymore, and it looked like you were feeling down about it. I picked you up and you were really squishy and fuzzy-green. I thought you'd ooze out of your wrapper all over the floor, but fortunately when Mom wrapped you a couple months ago, fresh from the garden, she didn't go cheap on the plastic wrap. I really did plan to eat you, and I am very sorry about that. Maybe someday, in a better place, we can meet again. I hope that maybe for your final few days you can make some new friends in the bottom of the dumpster outside. It really has been nice out and I think you'll like the new home a little better. Godspeed, my little Yellow Squash.

With Love,

Joe
*sniff*