[pine]

Inextricably entwined
with our demise:
each other.
One plus another;
do two broken halves
equal more than a hole?
I knew a dream,
a fragile breath
that I foolishly believed
was God, was us, was forever--
big words, for a little mind.
Never growing into my heart,
bound by the smallness
of clutching after
all things not-mine.
Majestic, secretive forest
turned landfill,
shoving myself full of
all the broken bits of humanity,
magic lost to decay,
and no one looks at me
with anything but regret.
[do we ever outgrow our scars?]