Have you ever found yourself reflecting on a love or connection that is no longer physically present, yet still exists in your heart? This poem speaks to that timeless connection and the quiet hope that endures even in silence.
Question for You: Is there someone or something in your life that you continue to hold close, even from a distance? How do you honor that connection?
We’d love to hear your thoughts and stories in the comments. Let’s share in the beauty of memory and hope, and plant trees of life in each other’s hearts.
Long time since I touched my Lover
Still the truth though
Love is and I think of her at every dawn
It’s different though in the evenings
There are no road trips
No sliding into smells and skin
But the truth Remains and Love still is…
Ever wonder where hope goes and if it ever returns
I’m told it’s a tree of Life when it shows up
Long time since I touched my Lover
Vanished
It was good though – not just the touch
The hand, Yes… but the words too with
Smile lines and glistening eyes
No more words – just silence
No more moments – just memories
Plant me a tree
