A long time ago we were one,
like the sprout of a new tree.
It felt fresh and new
and we grew together.
We became stronger
to the point where it seemed like
nothing could cut us down.
We must have grown
too fast, though;
one day when I looked at you
you had started to grow another direction
reaching for the sky, nonetheless,
but no longer for me.
You branched off farther and farther
until you were too high to touch
and I couldn't bloom anymore.
I didn't know what to reach for;
I forgot how to grow.
So I rotted,
slowly,
and let myself fall to the ground
where it all started.

I can't forget us
but I can't quite remember, either
and I've been there ever since.