Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees

Fuschia Sunset


What will you say,
when the sky takes us back,
of the days of silence
that left us so sad.

Will there be tears in your eyes
as you entertain mine,
will you whisper I’m sorry
while our arms entwine.

Will you promise this time
we will do better than last,
and say I love you
before I can even step back.

Or will you turn from me
so you cannot see my face,
the silence of sadness
still in your embrace.