One morning I heard
Your soft whisper: a rustle
Among decaying leaves.
When I touched your hardened bark
Darkened by the ages,
I felt your roots untangled
beneath my calloused feet.

Let's
Pick up
Where we left
Off: bonds
Like friendship
And meaning
Started to unravel
Beneath the weighted imitation
Of life. Can we go
Back
To the beginning?
When we were younger
And in some ways wiser
Our hearts invincible
Able to feel
Despite knowing
One day
We will
Forget to say
Goodbye

-Billimarie