We cannot live without longing
of the memory of a verdant tree
felled and chopped down,
with its place now deserted.
How much less
can I live
from the memory
of you.
of the memory of a verdant tree
felled and chopped down,
with its place now deserted.
How much less
can I live
from the memory
of you.
June 28, 2012
~Brigitte Mueller
