A Thing

SusanWritesPrecise

See? There it is.

The very same tree in which you carved our initials all those years ago.

You can still see them if you know where to look, which of course I do.

At the time, I thought it was a silly thing to do, kid stuff.

But now I am glad you didn’t listen to me.

You said we’d be together forever; for as long as this tree was standing.

I thank God every day for this tree — proof that

you and I really happened; that we were

A Thing.

It’s all that’s left.

8 responses to “A Thing”

  1. I have been disappointed when initials I carved did not stand the test of growth, damage, bark, and ultimately the death of a special tree even though I knew where to look. Fortunately, the sentiment they represented 53 years ago did survive

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    1. That’s wonderful! So happy to hear a love story with an ongoing happy ending. Good for you!

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  2. OH MY MY!! I absolutely and thoroughly enjoyed reading each word of each sentence! A very basic yet raw idea of love yet written so beautifully well. I wish a lifetime of happiness to you two!

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    1. Thank you for the lovely compliments. Actually, I made it up. The poem isn’t about anyone. Would that it were! :-)

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      1. Really? Its an incredibly commendable job then! I felt the rawness in the poetry. More power to you.

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      2. You’re making my day again! Thank you.

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      3. You totally DESERVED it! Xx

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