I didn’t agree.
Carving a tree seemed heartless to me.
But you had gone into he-man mode.
Your face was stony while you carved.
For all that, we have a small heart
out of place on a somber tree.
I might have said no.
But I didn’t.
You might have understood me.
But you didn’t.
That heart is not a tribute.
It’s a scar.