I've included some mysteries in this poem. Who might the friend be? What do you think happened to the narrator?


The Apple Tree and the Friend


I loved to climb the apple tree, 

The leafy creaky apple tree.


I loved to climb the apple tree,

Until one day in '93.


Did we fall out?

Would you let me go?

I don't resent you;

but I need to know.


I grew up and up you grew,

We shared that wispy azure view,

But when you snapped,

My heart snapped too.


I loved to climb the apple tree,

But we are just

their memory.


Ryan Cannell