A Tree of Life

My hope deferred,
I crawled out of the house
To sit in the moonlight alone.
Together, the moon and I,
We watched the cars drive
And wondered who they were
Who drove such fast cars.
Soon, you came quietly out,
Sat beside me and brushed
My shoulder
But only with the very tips
Of cold fingers. You said,
"I'll be seeing you"
(And you were looking at the moon).

So now, we are sitting, the moon and me.
We wonder who you are now,
Who the many months have made
You to be. We joke and say,
"An architect, maybe, or a communist."
The front porch is cold by me.
There is still room for you.