The absence in the trees
is like a whisper,
and I remember old words that fell
like little leaves.
And tomorrow I hope I will listen
and walk back with you through the
wisdom of your hidden meanings.
Trying to make sense of your leanings
and all I was missing.
Because the absence of you
just leaves me,
and the memories of trees
that we played in as children.
And of parents who always
believed in forgiveness
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
The absence in the trees
is like a whisper,
and I remember old words that fell
like little leaves.
And tomorrow I hope I will listen
and walk back with you through the
wisdom of your hidden meanings.
Trying to make sense of your leanings
and all I was missing.
Because the absence of you
just leaves me,
and the memories of trees
that we played in as children.
And of parents who always
believed in forgiveness
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