Meeting you is like flowing back home

There's a white oak tree different from my sight

Reach there and you will be okay

And it hurts so it hurts so bad

I mean the branches rushed to sash

And you'll be holding my hand

Like the best lives we ever had

Everything else is plastic, extrapolate

Will we ever get to the house on the hill

Suddenly you start smoking

My expired mint cigar

I guess I'll be fine

Watching you from the window side

Like a tragic silent movie (*me!*)

To give you a few seconds to cry

Of course you will not

I was in a monochrome vestige

And you the kaleidoscope

Suddenly a lightning

Take the remains of the white oak tree

And continue your business

I will only miss you on Mondays

Because all the other days are of no empathy

Dressed to the nine on a plot of land

We used to make it our own

Now we just own it

In your discreetness you send me a letter

I have to look at it (and store it some place safe)

It begins and ends with lyrics

"As we set the ravens free..."

April 2023

By Aran Meredith