Trying Again

I know, that's all so long ago - so why do I carry these heavy thoughts now?

I grew out of my home, and out of that energy.

I grew into a tree that stood alone, amongst flowers.

Not very pretty, nor as bright.

Strong, yet every winter, whatever growth I had sprouted will fall from my branches and leave.

Every winter I feel lonely.

I didn't know why I felt lonely, but after a few summers, a few loves - I became attached to the feeling of being someone's someone.

Of being, Someone.

Didn't matter if I was lonely. It mattered that I was seen.

And you found me.

You are my second shot at my first love.