nature lover

cloud watcher

tree hugger

nature lover

Reciting our attempts at poetry to each other at the base of the oldest tree

in the park, in the dark

light wavers in the branches from a distant street light

hands slide clumsily across denim

tongues nervously dancing on lips between verses

oh so aware that this memory will last forever but this relationship has an expiration date

beautiful but not sustainable

i tell myself, nothing is permanent 

i find comfort and pain in the fleeting nature of limerence

did you ever carve my name in that tree?

poor tree, or poor me