Inspired by lyrics from Back to Us by Kina Grannis.
“We carve into the tree our history of love,
with dreams of ever after.
And we laugh.
And we cry.
And we live our lives.
And we love, and we love, and we love.
And it comes back to us.”
Or at least it used to.
Where it comes to now, I stand alone,
in a spot we once stood in together.
And I remember the moments,
that don’t seem too long ago,
that we used to share.
Nights sitting at the beach
staring out into nothing.
Afternoons spent at the cafe,
lost within our writing.
Random moments holding one another,
just cause.
I remember these moments;
I hold onto them.
And I use them to help me get through those moments.
Moments we still share,
even if I may stand alone.
Nights spent sitting at the beach,
looking up to the sky
and knowing you are looking back.
Afternoons spent at the cafe,
lost within my writing.
In front of me is your chai latte with soy
that I still order for you sometimes without thinking.
The, not so, random moments I find myself at this tree,
my fingers trace the initials we carved into it that one summer day.
And just below it,
to go with the dozen already there,
I carve another notch.
It’s in these moments,
the moments I find myself in need of a strength only you can give me,
that I find myself here.
So I carve into this tree the strength you give me through love,
with hopes of being with you again.
And I will laugh.
And I will cry.
And, with you help, I will live my life.
And I have loved you, and I do love you, and I will always love you.
And it will come back, one day once again, to us.
