I suppose I realised around the time
that the trees started looking like anxious fingers
searching for their little blue pills

I realised on a walk
that maybe, just maybe, love was not enough
to love

I searched for a bench to gather all the thoughts
where the trees surrounded me
in a circle of confidence and confrontation

A guzzle of wind fought through my thin layer
and the fragile but thick fingers of my friends
threatened me

I had made a hypothetical decision
that I knew I would never act upon
hoping that maybe, just maybe, love could be enough
for now