The trees are taller now…

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.