She sat weeping under the arms of the pine,

Crying over those who had sat there before her.

The infinity of existence tore at her heart;

How she longed for a conclusion – an end to all that was.

She watched two children huddled in front of her.

One boy. One girl.

Their lives entwined so forcefully around each other,

Nothing lay on their tender minds beyond that point, that moment of indulgence.

She watched them laughing, tracing a path laden with the footsteps of all those who had previously passed through.

Her own broken mind longed to be with theirs,

To feel free among the chains.

Later she would realize that freedom was myth and infinity was impossibility

But for now she grieved over all that was lost and could no longer be retrieved.