Unlike the tree,
rare
the moment
when we see
the
final severance,
note
the last fibril of
attachment.
Mostly,
things end,
without our witness.
Even then,
life
trucks no lie,
and
whether
what falls away
is remembered,
or denied,
we bear
the truth,
the sharp bold
embryo of a
thing that truly
was,
however
brief,
however
known,
however
lost
(or so we thought)
to our
awareness.