Nov 13
Two trees entwined, grown from the same earth tilled
They grow together, then apart, yet one left reaching still
Branches stretching, searching, but finding not a trace
Its companion having gone away, nevermore a chance embrace
They grow together, then apart, yet one left reaching still
Branches stretching, searching, but finding not a trace
Its companion having gone away, nevermore a chance embrace
Written for K.R. Wherever they are, I hope they're okay. Someone out there does still care and wishes them well.
