There Used to be Honeysuckle

there used to be honeysuckle,
growing up these branches,
setting the tree afire with their golden hues.
shimmying up the robust trunks,
we were fairies,
princesses,
magic.

as the summer sun kissed our faces,
we'd bask in the chivalrous limbs,
and suck the sweet nectar
from the dainty blossoms.

there's no honeysuckle now,
and the decrepit branches,
are beaten and empty.
I do not know,
what happened,
or where
the magic
went.