The tree in our backyard had spilt into two
Two jagged columns of lifeless wood
Forced apart by lightning

I had to get it removed
For it might have fallen onto some young shoulders
And robbed me of my laughter once again

I remember the time
When you and I would climb this tree
And dream of faraway lands...foolish lands

That was a long time back
And today with this tree
I shall uproot the last vestige of us

And maybe then
I could tailor my memories
And suit them to my own liking