Trees

You might have been a tree,

in a life opposite this one

but never could I stand tall

and proud like that,

never in a million years.

I am the scattering of

leaves at your base,

abandoned wanderer,

letting myself be steadily

pushed along by the wind

and the pulse of the earth

beneath me, carrying your

memory to all the crowded cities

that need to be reminded

you exist.

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