when the Mighty Oak grows older

Sometimes it's hard to imagine the sheer scale of you that I once knew
Before your world became so small and mine grew to be so big.

I remember it well, the vast expanse of your love. The timeless, bottomless stories you wove around my head, soft but strong like a cosy crown, borne of threads collected from a thousand places and a thousand different hearts, and sewn into mine like a beautiful, colourful reminder of my very own Origin Story.

Before today, I was enveloped by your geography. Before him and now and your New World Order, where all you talk about is Moira and the plums and what time the market opens on Sunday.

Oh, how we would mock monotony, with all its routine and... how you used to loathe routine. Now I watch helplessly as it shrinks you, smaller and smaller, like a russian doll losing her layers.

Oh how I long for your vastness to return to you.