Imprints we leave, scattered free,
To be reread against the tree
That first shared it with you.
This heart-shaped carving proves it true.
Still standing, crowning the circle meadow
Upon which you cried so long ago.
Again wavering away from the great willow,
You find yourself weeping to-and-fro.
An ancient wind rises and thrashes between us.
The sky simmers and splits space with thunderous stars.
Hits the tree with liquid fire and scalds the grass red.
Symbol all cracked, charcoal impact; new caesura
She so adorned the watching eyes of new strata
This is where the dog fell into your arms for the last time.