A Name On The Tree

more rings added to it must have grown in height towering for skylight the tree is there all right. on its age worn bark upon the darkened stem my nails scrap and search if is there her name. I etched it within a heart her name a small sweet word times have drawn us apart forgetting seems so hard. knew would wither that moment on the bark would remain my write warm in its place permanent reminiscing in the depth of night. there's no trace of that word but in the languor of pain forgetting seems so hard this heart can't weather her name.