Private Journaling,
1980.
There is a tree
A beautiful tree
A white ash
With a thick trunk and too many spindly branches to count
Each of them forever determined to kiss the sun
Arching themselves upwards in their celestial climb
It's a noble endeavour
And he and I, we admire that tree beyond all measure for its humble mission
I can't tell you how to find it, though
Other than to say if you've ever been in the remote English countryside
There's the smallest chance you've passed it
...
We couldn't take anything with us when we fled, you understand?
We simply could not
Nothing other than each other
But we left so much in England
We left our hearts
We left Our Him
The bones of him,
The bones we love
Buried hastily beneath the shadows of that ancient Ash
And not desiring to hurt the tree
Not wishing to damage its proud bark
We traced our three names into the fresh dirt patch
Knowing that even though they would fade
The earth would forever remember us
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