Hearts In Past Continuous

One day we carved into some tree the initials of our names and let it bloom like our love which gradually withered away. And the tree with that carved letters fell down for the needs of others and it was cut to decks. And they were made into a chest or a chair or a bed or a shelf. And even if it’s just a memory now there’s still something inside us that starts to flicker from time to time. And we probably have the same chest or a chair or a bed or a shelf at our homes somewhere. _____________________________________________ Inspired by wonderful writings of Richard Brautigan; may he rest in peace.