the trees talk to me
as they move,
calm, free,
with the breeze
that's all they do.
you see the tops lean in
toward one another, to shelter
from the storm of
experience.
as soon as i forget about
the trees, she leaves.
i call for her in
my heart, but there in
lies no return.
the dark clouds have moved
in, so as always when they do,
the trees invite me for
shelter, but there's
no room for two.