growth

A forest in my head Our initials carved into every tree Moon beams shine through the branches I stare at your reflection in the stream Blurred Distorted The smell of burning embers awakens my senses Everything must go The scent of you begins to fade Every memory being dragged away with it Everything must be cut down, destroyed It looks so empty now But that's how it must be I feel so empty But I hope something better Grows back in your place