Memory of Broken Pine
I remember falling asleep everyday
On the commute
Be it bus or train
I slept through the sultry heat
As the breeze washed across my dry skin.
And somewhere along the way-
Do you remember opening your eyes
From a long hungered sleep?
And how the sceneries changed
From concrete buildings to pine trees
From traffic horns to chirping birds
From the hunting heat to the calming cold
From an unencumbered loneliness
To a heart full of friends.
The music we blasted along the way
And the smiles we shared
All the promises we made to each other
It all came crashing crumbling crippling down upon
And here we are now
Forgotten in tears and forgetting to cry.
Do you remember the broken pine?
The one we touched and carved our names upon
And dreamt of a life of joy and love
The one which we still carry broken pieces of?