deep under emerald green canopies i hear the twigs snapping and leaves crunching under your clumsy feet, and i float away one hundred meters from the tree that holds our hearts in the bark, hurriedly engraved.
will you see me as a yellow dot flying past the tree tops and mistake me for a shooting star? or trail your gaze to another beautiful place to escape? the air has grown thick with smog that blurs all sense of time and meaning, but i’ll remember, by heart, the path to the tree where you engraved yourself into me.