when I think of you I think of trees.

not because of their height
or age
or strength.

you’re a palm when i see the sun
you’re a pine when the snow starts to fall
you’re an oak
like the one at the end of my street
where you held my hand
and let go.

I wake up to take a picture
of the sun rising over the trees

it’s what I do when you’re gone.

you’re reaching for something that’s not there
i’m reaching for you
you’re not there.

when i think of you i think of trees.

it’s fall where we are.
you’ve lost that part of you that kept you safe
that part that kept you close to me.
i’m picking you off the ground
but you let me down
it’s fall where i am. i don’t know where you are.

when i think of you i think of trees.