Our Tree

You’re the end of it all.

We found each other in a pile,

broken dreams, broken toys

in the bottom of a box.

How could we have known

just how broken our arrows are?

Guidance only from homes

just as broken, maybe more.

So here we are,

our ashes soon to scatter

across a world we didn’t understand,

couldn’t understand.

Does anyone really want to know

this place we visited then left?

We visited and found each other,

now we will depart each knowing

one solid tree lightening cannot touch.