I wrote you
a 100,000 trees worth of love.
The trees eager
to become
pages
to hold the words
that held the love
words like Arctic explorers
trekking across vast whiteness
to arrive
finally at last
at the horizon
of your love
only to find
you had moved
the North Pole of your heart
or I was on the wrong
continent.
All the words
like some doomed expedition
perish.
I wrote you a forest
(a bloody forest of words)
just to think
(it breaks my heart)
all those trees
dying for nothing.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-hundred-thousand-trees-worth-of-love/
