Two trees.

For the wind blew,

Bees buzzed,

And pollination happened. 

As a sapling,

There was only me. 

Breezes tickled,

Leaves danced,

The sun blinded with delight. 

I stretched, 

         reached, 

                 grew. 

My roots, my stage. 

Yes. Admire. 

Yet something has changed,

Though I can’t say. 

Have I ever looked up

From this spot? 

What’s that?

     And this?

I’m scared. 

Where’s my bliss?

I’m here,

He says. 

As if nothings transpired. 

Where my limbs end, 

And his begin. 

A thought I can’t untether. 

Who are you? 

Who am I? 

Both questions for which

I have no answer. 

Steadfast, he stands. 

Patience, no issue. 

As I unravel

The things he always knew. 

With him—

I’ve come to understand 

The seasons and reasons. 

Together

Giving meaning. 

He’s seen me flower,

                   And fruit. 

No flinch

As every leaf falls. 

I’ve asked him

More than once— 

Am I dying? 

This cold

It has 

No end. 

He answers—

Yes. 

I feel it, too. 

It’s freezing. 

The world is blue. 

We stand here.

         Together,

    All the same. 

Remember the storms. 

How they cause fear

             And frighten.  

But after we hardly recall. 

Was it April or June?

2020 or 22?

Is this winter colder

Than that one? 

I was still giving it thought

When the sun hit our spot. 

We laughed— 

The joke,

We will assign after. 

Happy Valentine’s day, subscribers <3