Impossible Bond
Huddled in my pine,
I turn to glance across the grass
at the two boys in the other tree.
I didn't expect them to be laughing,
but there they were,
jabbering animatedly
in words too low to hear.
They don't notice that my arms
are held tight around my knees,
that I have to blink
more than normal
to keep away the tears.
They have some bond
that I can only view from afar --
but that I would give anything
to have with them.
An hour of silence
proves it's impossible.