Undertree

Undertree

By M. F. B. Porter

Sometimes I wonder if you think of me

If you recall our warm summer undertree

When we were lost, but also free

Like the young and untamed sea

Time was no matter to us then

We went about, much more than friends

Our hearts untangled and tangled again

Both fickle with your music and my pen

But then summer’s end did draw too near

And pain struck our hearts, raw with fear

For we were far too young to to see things clear-

That our passioned plight wouldn’t last the year

We went separate ways against our will

The air turned harsh and bleak with chill,

You found another quickly still

But I did not, my sorrow shrill

With the pain still fresh, I knew regret

Mistakes were made, more painful yet

But somehow we both could not forget

The course on which our fates had met

Years passed by, and my thoughts did stew

If you thought of me as I often thought of you

And something inside me still says it’s true

That summer undertree that I spent with you.