eulogy on broken strings ✯ poetry

iv. - strings of evergreen

strings of evergreen, are they not meant to be eternal?
yet still they dissolved the very instant they were stretched
not quite too far, for quite too long at all, at least back then
still, was the effort required to keep in touch all that far-fetched?

the strings in question seemed as if they'd never fracture
but we were never oracles, for what do children know?
we predicted they'd forever remain as we sat side by side
anticipating the future, the places where together we'd go

but the strings in our hands snapped, as we understood our destiny was not so bright
and we were to be separated and lost in the dense and unknown forest to come forth
we desperately tied them together, but a knot clumsily tied by two at once is bound to fall out
the sunlight blocked by the thicket of trees, my compass pointing every way but north

and then, years later, we are just strangers passing by in the blackened forest at night
so I light my lantern, hoping she'd seek out the dim glow to reignite memories I thought would withstand
but she does not even recall the familiar visage, viewing the light as from another source
and strolls by without a second thought, never caring to reach out towards my outstretched hand

the evergreen strings now are tangled, broken, and lost in the vast forest keeping us apart
our memories frozen over in the harsh winter, the evergreen didn't last very long in her heart