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.


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