Oak

I never claimed to posses you;
Love does not seek to do so,
Yet you had planted your heart
In the shadow of my oak,
And while my roots were nourished
By the soul of the earth,
I felt yours starve.

We drank from the same cup,
Neither of us ever fully satisfied;
Our togetherness was crowded,
Choking the life out of love.
We coudn’t change the course of love,
Even as we headed for treacherous rocks.
Battered, lifeless bodies washed up ashore.