They cut the trees today. The trees are dead they say.


Come back. I want you back you see.

because

I love you and you love me.

A shaking head
A smile


You and I can never be.
But don't think that I don't miss you, because I do.
I look for you, in other peoples faces.
But there's always a part that's not
quite there, not quite right,
not quite you, at all.

They cut the trees today. The trees are dead they say.