wings and leaves

leaves may leave but roots are hard to move from

where i am, where you are, i am a tree, i am a nest

and you built me up, i am built up from remnants of

you that you shared with me, little birdies, wings make it so easy

to leave, but i didn’t know even she would fly so far because

bigger nests and brighter skies are out there, somewhere, while

i am only the same old, loved, stems and branches, yes, you are still

loved, she told me, a home is a home even if my wings take me elsewhere,

i will still sing to you as i roam the skies, i will, but me, i shake and try

to raise my leaves as though they are wings and i can leave along with them, but

i cry knowing that i am glued to the ground where i grew around

you, onto you, when you called me home, and while

you stuck onto me like i am a house, i stuck onto you like you

are my heart, and hearts don’t have doors and windows.

so, when you joke around about me being too sticky like honey, but honey,

do you know i have been holding my breath since the first night

you fell asleep among my leaves,

counting down the days until you make like a tree

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