We carved our names in wistwood bark
Lit by dusk, not quite dark
You said forever in a breeze
And I believed with quiet ease
Now the trees remember too
Every echo left by you
Wistwood holds what time won’t keep
Your promises beneath the leaves
Still I sit in fading light
Where your goodbye took root that night
Footsteps sunk in forest shade
Where your laughter used to fade
Even if the path moved on
I wait where we belong