Forest Times

The trees feel stronger than before.
The memories they hold
Echo in the silent warmth
While ours remain untold.

Puzzle pieces lock together,
Cloaked by leaves and shame.
We dance and lose ourselves in heat—
A hushed and hurried game.

The sun has disappeared again;
I tremble at the sight.
As summer's darkness closes in,
A whisper haunts the night.

"It's all right."