by Pontius Paiva
Others have forgotten, but I’ll always remember the good times – the tire swing, the treehouse.
I rub my hand over initials carved in its bark. They mark the spot of our first kiss, and the wedding that followed years later.
It pains me to remember, but my axe shows indifference.
Timber! written and illustrated by Pontius Paiva. Copyright © 2017 Pontius Paiva - All Rights Reserved