love is blinding

We need each other,

That is why we are rooted to one tree

We need to breath in each otherʼs air

Every so often, to clear the gaps that have spread us so wide apart

But now Iʼm thinking that maybe

We are not rooted to one tree

Maybe you have yours and I mine.

And maybe your tree is five miles from mine.

So that when the wind blew,

Your leaves flew gently my way

But they softly landed, almost already dry

And Iʼd think we were strangers just then

And you proved it to me, that that is what we became

When your winds changed direction

For a tree that was neither like yours nor mine

A tree so foreign that you admired

In the coldest of our seasons