I heard you and I wish I’d said ditto.
So often, hopeless leaves fell from your tree.
Your rustling heart paved Autumn, ditto.
I held your outstretched branches far from me.

To the night sky, to the starlight, ditto.
And to the breeze, to the wind, and the rain.
Whispers in silence cry loudest, ditto.
Longing to hear your sweet voice once again.

I root myself, right here, for you, ditto.
I will be here as you waited for me.
Intertwined branches await your ditto.
Let the moonlight never wane from your tree.

If there is someone you love, tell them.
Because love deserves to be heard while it still can be.