Past the graveyard
Where the willows droop low
Past the tomb
Of the newly widowed

Down there you will see
A tree that belonged to you
and belonged me

We used to
swing
From branches high
Bruised our hearts
Kissing under
moonlight
Counting all the stars

Connecting points
Of light to form
Hearts

Now the leafs have
Rotted away
Trunk is slumping
And bark morphed to grey
My mind still plays
Movies from those days
Forever burned in my memories

I yelled into the breeze
Please, for once, take me back to that scene
When we were young
living as kings and queens

I keeping crying out for your name
But the results always the same
I never hear a sound
While we are underground