Tree of Birds

I saw a tree today, and at the tip of nearly every branch, there was a bird sitting and singing where leaves would normally be. The illusion created something quite normal looking, but the reality this time was a bit more unexpected.

So it is with you, I guess. From far away, we may seem like a couple, for all of the time we spend together, all of the time we keep each other company. Upon closer inspection, people would see that there is only implied good feeling where good feeling would normally reside. People would see, if they looked closely, that there was movement where things should be still, and singing when all should be quiet. People would realize, upon pondering what was before them, that everything they were seeing was backwards, a dyslexic's gander upon the world. Like the birds that I saw on the tree today, the image of love would fade away, and the thoughful would be left with a tree that bore neither birds nor leaves but just empty branches still coping with remnants of winter's chill.