She loves to lay underneath the confessional arms of the willow tree. The sun’s light dances and leaps down the draping limbs then lands on her skin. She closes her eyes and enjoys the feel of the rays fingers tracing figure eights along her back as the wind kisses her cheeks.
Still drunk on the sun’s touch, slowly she rolls over to her back and laughs as the tendrils tickle her nose.
“Do you know how much I love you? It’s this much…” she stretches her arms out as far as they could go, her fingers extended with desperation.
She waits……
he’ll never reply again…..
sunlight now retreats
lost in a willows embrace
and a cloak of tears