You're just a tree

I'd love you even if you were just an idea your face like a summer night as a child and your fingers felt like baby birds just born how wind carried your hair and let sun through each lock it couldn't be real i can't extrapolate meaning from emotional limbo it's like the both of us are dead Like i am strangling you and you poisoned my sprite from our picnic(s?) Are the tears crocodile and our love a white elephant?