They stand tall and beautiful
As if stuck in a dancing posture
Fluid in their stillness
They reach up toward their sun
Almost as if missing a second foot - slanted

They reach for each other too
Intertwined over the street
Like lovers on either side of a train platform
They attempt the crossover as it were
But they will never be in contact - for the road has separated them
It is cruel to see ones hopes every day and to not be able to hold on to them

Perhaps they would rather look elsewhere
Through the green branches they sneak an image to collect to their collage of memory
The trees stand tall never showing the inner turmoil
For they know it would bring the other pain
I watch them and learn
They see me for me
For I cannot hide myself
Lest behind another Tree