He was the Evergreen, steadfast and tall,
Rooted in the valley, answering every call.
When the garbage disposal growled and died,
He tamed the beast, its gears realigned.
Birds in the microwave vent took flight,
A flutter of chaos in the morning light.
But he climbed like a pine, quiet, serene,
Cleared the nest, restored the screen.
She locked her keys in the house at dawn,
The sun barely rising, the dew still on.
He came with a spare, a replacement key,
She opened the door with a sigh of relief.
On a weekend escape, the tire went flat,
Stranded on a road where the asphalt sat.
He knelt like a river, smooth and unbound,
Changed the tire while the world spun around.
She was the mountain, crowned with snow,
A waterfall’s heart, with a relentless flow.
Her laughter cascaded, her spirit ran free,
But even mountains can crack, diverting the water, you see.
The mountain that stood so tall and wide,
Couldn’t mend the canyon he carved inside.
Hearts are not gears, nor locks, nor tires,
They’re forests that burn with unquenchable fires.
The mountain still stands, though her waters are gone,
Her laughter silenced, her spirit withdrawn.
The Evergreen whispers, his leaves barely stir,
While the mountain remembers how she was once so sure.
The forest finds a way to heal, to grow,
The animals return, the rivers flow.
But the Evergreen never came back to the mountain,
The waterfall left bare, her heart a broken fountain.
He fixed the disposal, the vent, the flat tire,
Mended the world for everyone else, with hands that never tired.
But when it was he who did the breaking,
The Evergreen faltered, his silence betraying.
For some only love what they can control,
The tangible, the surface, the mechanical whole.
But hearts are not tools, nor locks, nor machines,
And his love, it seemed, only worked in make-believes.
The forest mends where storms have torn,
The saplings rise where fire has worn.
But not once did he try to fix what he broke,
For too long the Evergreen stood silent, his promises revoked.
The mountain waited years, her cliffs cold and steep,
While the waterfall’s song finally faded into the deep.
