I saw a picture

I saw a picture today. In it the sky was a blue gradient to white-gray. The tree was bare. It made me burn and wish i was there. The tree was bare, but alive, buds, just a few, red and searing. With wisps of white, soothing. A generation passed through my veins. And then I was alone, and the florescent white of the room covered me. And I remembered that she never called. She never called.