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I traveled far and wide,

to the field,

where we once laid,

and watched the clouds,

pass us by.

Wasting the day away,

in each other’s arms,

below the tree,

that provided us,

with shade.

This tree,

was just any other tree,

to others.

But to us,

it was more than just wood,

and sticks,

and leaves that would eventually,

just die and drift away

It was our meeting place.

A place where we could be alone,

with each other.

A place to just get away from the world.

Those memories,

brought a smile to my face.

But that smile was soon dissolved,

by my tears.

Like sugar in water.

Our tree,

our meeting place,

our shady resting spot,

is gone.

Our tree,

was cut down.

All that’s left,

is a barren field,

with a lonely stump.

And as you arrived to meet me,

you saw the tears on my face,

and held me close.

Tears,

fell from your eyes too.

You kissed me and said,

our tree may be gone,

but we will always be together,

and we will always,

have our memories.



~*~ Jill ~*~