They poke my leaves, needles of your proximity.
Invoke my thirst, the roots of your divinity.
How we are neighbours, yet we live so differently
A hurricane of feelings has no grace.
My animosity towards those who
Just lie beside you – it builds and storms,
Just like the coastal waves which wash up
All that I’m secure in, do.
Our arms, they intertwine
Yet both of us are far
From all the higher standards
Just like from one another
We are. Today, but then
Tomorrow. And then,
When millions of seconds go to days
When admiration will fill you with sorrow
Just then regrets will gently settle in.
And yes, your pyramidal dome
Will still point straight up, at the sky.
But no, there will be no tomorrow
For stems and branches of me. I
Will go
Thousands of different ways,
My core tearing apart with each
Unlawful bend.
It’s unjust, really, it is sad
The story of two closest trees
That never ever met.