One Hundred Thousand Trees Worth Of Love Poem by Dónall Dempsey

I wrote you
a 100,000 trees worth of love.

The trees eager
to become

pages

to hold the words
that held the love

words like Arctic explorers
trekking across vast whiteness

to arrive
finally at last

at the horizon
of your love

only to find
you had moved
the North Pole of your heart

or I was on the wrong
continent.

All the words
like some doomed expedition

perish.

I wrote you a forest
(a bloody forest of words)

just to think
(it breaks my heart)

all those trees
dying for nothing.