we sat in my car in the parking lot
a sapling stretched out of the planter
we talked about pointless things
the little tree was bare and slight
we cackled and complained and consumed
the spindly branches crept outward
you and I talked for hours more
we sit in your car in the parking lot
the tree stands solidly in the planter
we talk about pointless things
green leaves fill every branch
we cackle and complain and consume
the trunk is thick and strong now
I know what contentment is as you take me home
Originally written on April 11, 2015.