Perhaps we begin where it ends,

strong in our sorrow but for the fissure splitting our sides,

doubling us over with remorse,

as what we could have done better, cleaner,

is so much easier to distinguish as we turn our heads behind us.

But it is now that we'll stretch up and away

as two branches of a tree facing east and west.

Though I am thankful that we are connected by this singular body,

hearty and alive.

I am happy it reminds us there was a time it could have chosen

to make us grow as one.

It makes me happy, as do all possibilities, they way they grow into infinite branches.

They are my friends.