There was a banyan tree growing in the sand, one leaf for every memory we shared, one branch for every year.
There were leaves turned crispy brown for every time we argued, growing next to leaves of bright green for every time we made up.
There were five branches that tempered off into stumps, one for every year we stayed apart, but my favorite thing about our banyan tree is this branch, right here, with its three baby leaves, because this is the branch that sprouted when we found each other again.
© Jade M. Wong
Written for the last summer poetry miracles prompt, over on Instagram.