And in a park I sit
under a tree
I could cry now
– or smile
Sometimes,
it is a thin line
between missing you
and feeling you
strongly within
And do I feel
your sadness or
is it mine?
And I balance
on the tightrope
of feelings and thoughts
With my back
against the trunk
I look up
I ask the tree to
root for us both
©RoseGirl2019