I carved my name among the whispering pines

Etched each letter with a knife

Too sharp for me to hold

I scraped away the layers of this tree

Watching the letters take shape

Witnessed the blood that spilled 
Across the bark

As I used all the strength left

Of a shattered heart

Each letter held a syllable

My lips could not speak

As memories

Slipped down my cheeks

I rubbed my fingers across the grain

Where the wood stood

Stained in my deed

For this place will be the only 

something bigger than promises

Could actually hold onto me”



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