Before I met you, I was a sapling -
But since then, I've grown.
And now that my branches have grown,
I'm closer to you than ever before.
And sometimes, my leaves,
Like fingertips,
Graze your matured bark in the breeze,
The same as when I timidly brushed against your thigh,

But, you are blooming with intimidating velocity
And I am wishfully thinking.

Because, to you,
I will always be that sapling,
And even though our branches may be at reach
They will always have to stretch to be together.
For our roots are anchored
Ever so deep in the ground
And there will always be that inescapable, heartbreaking space
Between our hopeless, tree trunk bodies.