Give even the saddest looking sapling
light, water, and most importantly: space,
and it shall become a tree.
A tree so tall and so full of foliage
that even the coldest of winters cannot ruin
an auspicious new spring.
Complimented by new leaves and sprouts.

The fossils of pictures and movies and songs within
that box are dug up.
Shown new light from the sapling turned tree.

A burned bridge denies access to the other side.
A burned bridge provides a road block.
A burned bridge creates new life and a new box.
A burned bridge yields the seeds of dandelions and grass.

This is my last love poem about you.
You *****.