Root Cause

Rewinding roots: you would surround me;
Slowly, first, and then at pace;
A heart averted from your haste -
So blind - that we would be as one tree

Then ensnared
And unaware
That sacred solitude's contrite
Apology would ne'er suffice
That vain attempts to slip from vice
Would bring a tear to lovers' might

Unwinding roots: you scarce surpris'd me!
Old graffiti on the wall
That stood between, nowhere to fall
And blocked your light from me unkindly

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