Where We Left Off

The banyan tree still stands where we fell apart. Its roots remember the weight of us, the warmth we left behind. Now they cradle only emptiness. I come here to listen to the wind carry echoes - her laughter tangled in the leaves, her sighs buried in the bark. The tree has swallowed all our promises whole. We were birds who thought we'd always fly together. Now our wings beat in different skies. But these branches still reach for what's missing, just like my arms in the dark.