The Lonely Roots

It was a place,
Where our roots mingled.

Like oak trees overgrown,
with benches in a shaded park.

Petals of our budded flowers,
Tracing circles on the pavement
Pushed by wind..

You're roots have
Started to dissolve.

I'll take up this place
On my own.

With the space you have left empty
For the sun to shine...