that enormous oak we used to lay under
or you used to lie under
has been ripped from the earth

torn apart, broken, dying
gasping, searching
for a little hope

just like my heart

of course we had to fill the empty hole where the tree no longer remained

as I put dirt and broken soil to try to fill the void where you no longer were

a bee landed on my hand

sting

I'll have to keep the hole empty for now

as if the bee doesn't want me to fill it

as if you don't want me to fill it

maybe you still love me

maybe not

but either way

*it stings without you here