Sotir's Tree

 

On a beautiful fall day,

Summer-warm in late October,

We gathered at the newly-planted tree.

 

You would have liked it.

It was not overly solemn.

You were not sanctified.

You were only loved.

 

I miss you, Sotir.

But I like missing you.

Not nearly as much as having you here,

But much, much more than never having met.