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Remember the glowing tree?
The one made of metal,
Thin and gangly,
With the ever-present crow
Following us around
Perched atop it.
Every midnight,
We'd sit beneath it
Nestled against concrete roots
Back to back,
Bask in autumn glory
While metal horses scratched our ears.
We'd wait for the light to fade,
Night to assuage the stampede,
Watch as darkness consumed the heavens,
Share warmth while eyes
Dark and bright alike,
Stole our silent privacy.
Short though those days were,
Now the crow is calling.
A memento, not in flesh,
A reminder of the bright end we met
As the skies were consumed by explosions.
You saw right through me,
And gave me a letter.
I could not read,
Blinded by the heavens,
I gave it back.
You sat me down and whispered to me
The letter you wrote.
I did not hear,
Deafened by fire
And dreams.
"Maybe one day,
We can meet here again?"
You said nothing.
We grew warmer.
The world greeted us,
Though nowhere could we find a glowing tree,
Not for lack of trying,
But because we were
Elsewhere in the world.
I wonder if the crow went with you?
It is quiet now,
Now we are apart.
Do you remember?
I'm here now.
Our glowing tree is gone,
Torn down like our autumn glory.
Maybe you lost your way
Without a beacon?
The summer wind is cold,
The sun but one eye
Relentless and unwanted,
Staring me down.
You saw right through me then,
As it does now.
Maybe one day
The crow will come again.
Until then, I'll wait here,
The world screeching as it carries on,
And on,
And on.
I am deaf but for your echoes,
The ache of your whispers,
Screaming in my ears.
Every midnight
I walk past the grave
Of our fallen tree,
Watch you, fading away.
The air is filled with song,
Not the song of the crow, though.
I wish I had your letter.
At least then I would know
If we were real.
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