Today I learned what walnut trees look like,
But this was only important because I learned this with you.
And there's nothing more to say than
You make something out of me.
The roots we create from our individual trees dig deeper and farther into Earth,
Sowing tighter our connection through 300 miles of inevitable distance.
The ends have found each other.
They dance and mingle in playful circles,
Set to an orchestra of crunchy movie popcorn, Harry Potter end credits, and songs forgotten to remember.
They braid into one and burst out of Earth, shooting into the stars,
Dotting each one,
Intertwining tighter with each meter ascended.
They bust through layers of atmospherical glass,
A ***** wonka elevator with no limitation.
We, our roots, cradle each other to sleep with peaceful and 100% meaningful "sweet dream" goodbyes.

Together we will pick walnuts out of space forever,
And then I will always think of you,
How we grew trees out through concrete.