The trees,
always growing,
are invincible
compared to us,
still,
they remind me of you,
of how
your unconditional love
captured me,
of how
I could not
forsake you.
And so
my love became
a mirror
of yours.
This strength,
bittersweet acceptance
of what was in our hearts,
could not be
denied
could not be
betrayed,
regardless
of miles
of borders
of sickness
and of inevitabilities.
© 2012 Dana Renee’ Billingsley



