Forever Yours

You stare me down, like you think I might regret what I’m going to do. I don’t regret. Why do you forget that?
I stare right back; defiance in my eyes. Then the connection breaks. We laugh, no, I laugh, you smile with solemn eyes. I stop. You stop.
We realize where we are.
There is no turning back now.
I get nervous, my heart starts racing, tremors going through my hand. I know you are nervous, with your knuckes turning yellow and your face set grimly. Stearnly.
We are scared, aren’t we?
But we can’t go back.
We will lose our freedom.
So we face the tree. A large oak, hard to find where we live. Large trunk. Yellow and red leaves. Ton upon tons of leaves.
Leaves upon sturdy branches.
“Come, my love, meet me at the tree, Only two, not one or three, Don’t be afraid, The desision is made, We will meet by the tree.
Tree, precious as gold, Open your secrets of old, Tell me what to do, The secret that belongs to you, Your silence is quite cold.
I know the way to escape, Put a rope necklace around the nape, Of your neck, so pretty, Your emotions are running giddy, Jump on the count of three, And we’ll be forever, hanging off a tree.”
And not a sound echos, as we hang.
Together.
Forever.