The Night with Frozen Pine

If I walk through these woods long enough I can see the footsteps we left so many years ago. The trees have grown since then, making the pines look old and ancient, carrying our story within their rings.

I see you everywhere I look. When the rain falls on the golden leaves, they shine like your hair used to. And the green grass that grows in the spring is deep and rich and raw like your eyes. The brown bark of the elms is the same color as those leather shoes you wore to take me dancing on saturday nights.

My heart yearns to touch you just one more time. Most days I wear the white dress with the red wine stain from the night you asked for my hand, just to remember being close to you. Sometimes I remember the carefree bliss we held between us on rainy days, and the smell of roses and old leather bound books take me back to the night we met.

I wander these woods, and they embrace me as their own. They wipe my tears with their evergreen branches, they sing to me with their songbird’s sonnets. At night the stars shine through the swaying trees and I wonder if we gaze at the same sky.

Sometimes I remember the overflowing happiness I held when you were mine, and I look out at the sea below where the forest juts out into a cliff and believe that if I listen closely to the waves hitting the rocks I can hear your laughter within the sweet serenity.

And then I remember that the wine stain on my dress is not a memory, but a reminder of what separated us, and that terrible night when the glass painted the pavement with jagged crystals and torn strips of metal. And the red lights flashed so insistently. They shined intermittently on your scared green eyes as you held my hand tightly, and somehow that sight was more painful than any wound my body held.

And red stained my dress, like a bright rose blossoming, but it was not wine, and it was not beautiful.

I remember that the only time you can see me is as a name on a gravestone, and so I should count myself lucky to see you in the beauty of these woods.

And so I keep on walking with the moonlight as my company, and know that I will wait for the day that your brown leather shoes walk beside me, and we can dance once more to the tune of the timbers, and the only lights that shine on your green eyes will be the shimmer of starlight.

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This lament was inspired by the song "the night we met" and "frozen pines" by Lord Huron, so enjoy with this one! 💕

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