(One Syllable Piece)

Fear. Pulsed strong into his veins. No longer a boy, a man of eighteen now, who hid from the light of the moon. The plan had been clear: to escape from this place in his head. Even as he gazed into the sky he was filled with the dread of time. He hummed and thought, “Too late to look at the past.” To tell the truth, he had been alone for quite some time. After the day Jill told him to leave as she stood by the door, closed it as she left, and cried. “Too much pain to think like that”. He looked at the star and let a soft sigh seep into the night air. Jill took back her love and fled. Now he stood alone and his heart was not sure what to do next. With a glance at the sky he shed one last tear and let her go. The fear peeled from his body and twisted into the night. It left a man and a heart that would learn to love in time. Does anyone have an idea for the title of the piece? Please let me know

Sentimental Saplings (First Line Piece)

Why are the tree trunks brown as your eyes on that summer day? The way your body has always held me strong, like when you clung to me under the maple tree by my window in my backyard. The way you watched me for years as we both blossomed like the trees around us. We grew; our fates grew too. They became intertwined like the roots hidden in the dark depths of the ground. People came and went, with sharp entrances and exits in our lives. Still they never seemed to be able to shake us apart. Remember that summer when we were teens? The summer we carved our names together in the thick bark of the maple tree. Our bond became unbreakable; think in a forest bursting with the surplus of love and gratitude. Seasons endlessly passed until that day, sixty years since we first carved our names into the maple tree, you finally finished growing. Reaching out to the sky before you withered away to dust. I soon followed. Our time here on earth together had come to a close. We left only behind our carvings in the maple tree.