Imagine we are trees.

Both about to bud

We are itching with tiny leaves

To shake and shade each other with.

We’ve known each other forever,

Weathered all of it.

There, when you lost a limb

I swayed and prayed in my trunk

you’d not go down. We shed

what we no longer need

no longer can hold up

to the light. I’ve seen you

in twilight blue, seen the moon

cradled in your branches.

This morning your canopy

Glazed in tangerine light.

If this isn’t love

I don’t know what is.

Julia Klatt Singer