A Summers Past
I remember that one summer many years gone by.
We sat under the tree we claimed as ours.
What was it you said to me, that you would forever Love me.
Vowed it under the tree, carving it into that tree for all that came to get shade from the hot Summers sun to see.
I've come back to the tree and it is now gone.
In its place nothing but a hole in the ground.
The words you promised me are now gone just like the tree.
I am merely the hole left in the ground where the tree use to be.