ourselves.

Your sorries were unapologetic
And my thank yous, banal.
We were lost in the whirlwind of could have been.
Lost, broken, but together.
Like an old dying tree,
With the leaves gone, branches empty and the remains of bark peeling off,
Looking forward to another spring for the liveliness
Ourselves,
Drifting, empty but sticking together,
With no certainty that following spring would liberate us,
Repair us to what could have been;
If only, your sorries were meaningful and my thankyous less meaningless!