The trees are taller and there are more of
them It seems, along the road we travel together.
Once they decorated our way, setting off sweeping
fields and views of clear, uncomplicated promise,
but now we must strain to see through clouded
branches, and we need each other to remember
what was once obvious. We knew there’d be
alteration but we never imagined we’d lose our
way, and for better or worse always meant
the former, didn’t it. Whenever lost we’ve
been found, always together, trying to see
what we knew we should see together.