She arrived at the street of her childhood. A gravel walkway between houses led to a plot of undeveloped land where plants had sprouted from wind-borne seeds.
It was her sanctuary in troubled adolescence. His too. The classmate who shared her passions. The one she saw hold hands with her best schoolgirl friend.
Progressing to higher education, he abandoned them both.
Over protruding roots she struggled, pushing branches away; her mind intent on finding what stayed with her since youth.
A rarity it was, a cherry tree— offspring from someone’s garden.
Her and his initials still intact within a heart.
It was her sanctuary in troubled adolescence. His too. The classmate who shared her passions. The one she saw hold hands with her best schoolgirl friend.
Progressing to higher education, he abandoned them both.
Over protruding roots she struggled, pushing branches away; her mind intent on finding what stayed with her since youth.
A rarity it was, a cherry tree— offspring from someone’s garden.
Her and his initials still intact within a heart.
