Sitting on my couch in my apartment on a busy street
In a city thousands of kilometres from where I hope the tree still stands.
An ordinary tree.
Which provided me shelter,
Just enough. I wanted no more.
Bearing my makeshift swing.
Flowering yellow flowers, I collected and preserved whilst they withered.
Yes, these flowers, now amber and crisp are still with me, in a glass jar.
Akin a promise of a lifetime.
An ordinary tree, rooted in the backyard of what used to be my home,
In a quiet town thousands of kilometres from where I am seated.
An ordinary girl.
Longing to be under its shade in my yesteryears.
Maybe even now.
Swinging on the only swing I longed for,
The ordinary tree
Withstanding my weight while I went to and fro,
Never to fail,
Akin a promise of a lifetime.