His Banner Over Me Is Love

when the lights come on

Standing, 
as a tree,
A prop in the play,
sometimes he comes to me and speaks to me,
Other times, i stand forgotten

a fixture, 
But that’s all it is,
because when the lights come on,
And the crew goes off
he leaves me too, 

Unless i shed my leaves,
or wave my leaves at him,
His attention fixed on something else,
a prop i remain in his eyes,
Though at the center of the stage i stand,

i love him,
Enough to want to be here, 
even if i’m only the backdrop for his scene, for this play,
But i often think if that’s all there is,
simply here,

Standing, 
as a tree,
A prop in the play,
sometimes he comes to me and speaks to me,
Other times, i stand forgotten