Trees | by Mackenzie Rae

November 04, 2017

Trees | by Mackenzie Rae

I know where you are

Hidden in the trees

That’s where we lost our love

In between the rocks

Somewhere far beneath

No matter how deep I go

I cannot find it

The cold stings my cheeks. I call out for you into the silence of the evening. The trees respond but I know where you are, high above, looking down at me. I call again, knowing that I should quit. Knowing that I could never reach you.

The air prickles my skin as I move toward the edge, just beyond the forest. The ground crunches like broken shards of glass beneath my boots. I now imitate what you are: silent.

I look, stretching my sight. Maybe I could get above the trees. My strained eyes gaze over the gorge, fixating themselves on the forest opposite of me.

There, I see you. A white gown flowing in the breeze. A rumble emerges from the dark clouds- a way for you to communicate without moving your lips. Sometimes silence speaks louder than words.

I stare at you, hoping my presence will ignite a spark, turning the gown of white into a vibrant shade of orange.

Nothing.

I fall to my knees.

My throat burns.

Answer me

When I look up, tears streaking my face. Your figure- vanishing with the wind and into the leaves.