First Comes Love, then Comes Hemorrhage

How long will it take for a tree to grow in the front yard? I want a tree that I can hang a swing on. I want that swing to make this feel like home. I want to bring a girl home and push her on that swing like we're back on the playground when nothing mattered. And I want nothing to matter.

One day our kids will play in that yard while we watch.

Or...

That tree will just stand and rot alone in a sea of grass that shines green in its contentment.

Either way, time goes. One day we will know.

One day longing will turn to bitterness and then to forgiveness. And then maybe time and I won't be enemies. At least for some time.