Ginkgo

I went to you for solace.

 Two ginkgo trees, one more beautiful than the other, a short distance fromwhere I fled from that awful marriage. Truth unraveled as I looked up at youruniquely shaped leaves. To know that you were there was enough for me. I got up each morning while it was dark,walked to you. My insides would settlewith hope of better things to come. Ten years go by. I find a new home, introduce myself to a ginkgo tree by the lake. A plaque at its baseis a testament to the memory that it holds.  Unlike all the other trees, it thrives.I visit its bare branches in winter, welcome the first blossoms in spring. Its fullness fills my heart.