Acceptance

I feel my heart's betrayal- of you, of me. I still tie that yellow ribbon, thinking, somehow, from a thousand miles away you might notice, or know that today I was thinking of you, appreciating you. Remembering only the best things. Wishing there'd been fewer dust-filled highways going nowhere but away. That this would be the city where together we'd laugh. But then I remembered, that Oak. Sturdy and strong, thriving on clouds and rain. Planted and taking root.