In the silent spaces between us

trust once stood tall

not all gnarly like an oak,

but majestic like a beech.

Its roots anchored deep in the soil

of our shared understanding.

But over time, cracks formed,

no lightning strike,

just age and life lived

and etched scars

mark silvery bark.

We used to speak in the language of honesty

our words of mutual respect.

But now, silence hangs

a curtain between us

unspoken doubts

broken promises.

Debris of shattered trust

lay scattered

each fragment a reminder

of vulnerability

we tread carefully.

sharp edges will cut us deep.

But in wreckage

there are glimmers, possibilities

chances to rebuild

not as we once were, perhaps

but something honest

Inch towards each other

so trust takes root

leaves shimmer once more.

Yes ahead is uncertain,

Yes obstacles, pitfalls

No guarantees, no easy answers.

One step at a time.