Lookingbackiseasy
when is wasn't that long ago.

And I usually smile when I do,
for I knew a girl
maybe better than most.
And the cost of
uprooting the sapling,
was you.

But when I return to the old tree,
and glance upon its knots,
I feel better.
Surely, it's not an oak,
but I'm sure it will grow straighter,
and it will be stronger.