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She asked me about the trees
and I laughed, remembering the times I saw her eyes sparkle through the leaves on every single occasion of when I told her what I humbly named "tree stories"
She remembered every single story I told
And even after I stopped telling them, she'd recount every one and begged me to tell more even in the freezing-our-fingers-off cold and when I told her I wouldn't tell her any more,
She silently smiled and knew that my stories were best kept infrequent and special so that that tree never rotted
Now here's another one, made lovingly
I watched the leaves flow through the city and when I walked out of my raggedy old apartment building I felt pity for these leaves
They ran through these sidewalks and crosswalks without a destination and never had a relation to one another, but together made a beautiful creature to which I wrote my plots and storylines for you. The branches themselves stayed put however, waiting for the leaves to come back whenever and ask if it all went well but to be disappointed, for these leaves were gone somewhere, left for a 17 year old boy to be compelled somewhere and so the tree is left forever incompleted everywhere. The tree is left forever, with no other story to tell.
Fall is a hard time for the trees.
I wrote this to make you smile
You know, the one that lasts for miles and for all the while we didn't have the pleasure of seeing one another, so to see that bright smile again I wrote this story for you, my lover in wonder.
This made me so happy to write and my eyes saw even more than what I allowed myself to see at night whenever we have our love filled phone calls and whenever I close my eyes so I can imagine you here with me, your breathing holding over the rough, rough tide.
And now this is where it ends. Till another story I hope this holds you over and again I say, I made it lovingly.
Copyright © Marco Soto | Year Posted 2017