Initials

After you left,

I carved our initials

into the stump of a fallen tree.

I tallied its age before death,

thought of its stunted remnant

as a trunk, soaring

to swirling heights, with arms

that housed the bliss of many birds,

our love now wrapped in the rings

that spoke of years, to a time

when heart and bark and wing

were very much alive.

Andreas Gripp

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