POEMS | Ephemeral Life ✓

Carved Heart

My fingers brush against the willow

Compared to how things used to be

Under my touch the bark rough

Doesn't seem like enough

Carved deep in the trunk

With a pocket knife

Whose blade's long lost its shine

Sits your initials next to mine

It was you who did the letters

My hands carved the heart

Within which they sit

A fiery love lost, but forever lit

I remember when we marked our love

Our skin was smooth and young

How have I lasted to this day—

Where it is now old and gray?

So many years you've been gone

Now a dawn finally comes

I can free fall back to your love

And jump off the cliff like a dove

What a story of deep tragedy

Now one of Romeo and Juliet

I spread my arms as though to fly

Not in the least afraid to die