In last night’s phone call
Our moods, hers and mine, were
Like these dark trees
Standing up to the blazing sun.
Reassuring ourselves that
No matter how it burns, scalds and rankles us
It is the sun that sets in the end
Not the trees.
We recommitted ourselves one more time
That we will live like trees
Full of shade, standing tall
And disappear one day, just like that.
