This was the first time

they had seen each other

in years – time had wrought

ironwork across their hearts,

locked and censored the feelings

she had abandoned at the door,

at his feet, when she had turned

and faced the biting wind.

He had changed little

and she was still as beautiful;

summer to autumn,

still vibrant and living.

But even though the bars

rattle and shake with their hands

the reunion I wish for,

two tables away, disappears

into the air the moment he sighs

and she says:

“You tried to be perfect

and I tried to be too perfect for you;

we loved each other and we lost it all.”

Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Available internationally

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