The crystal petal stretches to the blue sky.
Crinkling and cracking sound beneath soled boots.
A warm hand pressed tenderly against the icy trunk,
flakes of bark frozen, fast sleep.
Tender memories of a family long ago, craved into the very same bark.
The family that grew from a single glance,
Words left unsaid, a moment missed,
remembered by those crystal petals.
He guards this tree of forgottenness, left to the ravages of modernity.
Each petal holds a memory — forgotten, lost, remembered, repressed —
of someone once beneath its creaking branches.
And he’ll keep them forever in bloom, for at least, he’ll always remember the love he had lost.