Everlasting

The old oak tree that used to be witness to our conversations
Do you remember?
I kissed you once under her loving branches
We wished to be like her ancient roots
Tangled
and everlasting

Sadly,
she is no longer standing

I've walked many quiet pathways as of late
with my headphones on i've reconstructed nature
My nature,
our nature.

You still omitt energy,
producing the fire of neurons

One day
On one of these walks
i'll take off my headphones

and we will talk.

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[J.A.N]

Tangled, yes.
Everlasting, these words carry themselves.
"On one of these walks,
I'll take off my headphones, and we'll talk"
Something about love
and bittersweet memories echo off this page.
I hope to read more from you.
There is a simplicity to your work
but it's entirely captivating.

Great write
-j