Touch Me

Barren boughs arch over our heads
Moved by the wind
They bend or break
Touch me

Shattered numb reaction to gale or gentle breeze
Don't prefer one or the other
Trees withstand whims and chance
Touch me

Your love permeates We say the words
Your love decimates We feel the twinge
There is pain in being true We say the words
There is pain in knowing you Lack of progress