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