There are stumps
Lining paths
From trees that are no longer trees
Trees that are not fully erased from the ground
They are detached
Broken and beat down
Dead and diseased
Stumps
Of what they used to be
Parts of what they could have been
No longer living
Not quite dead
There are skeletons
Buried deep under dusty dirt
There are branches
And limbs lining this town
From arms that are no longer arms
Arms that used to pull me closer
Hold me tighter
Arms that leave an absence
Trees that leave distance
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