The two 'figures' are really special: "An army of trees" and "Walk among the stones". They contrast with each other to mark the start and the finish. These true story poems of figuring out what happened - they tend to come out in straight narrative and statements, instead of getting deliberately worked into striking metaphors like a less spontaneous piece. But the two metaphors in this poem are like a frame for a picture; and I got a buzz out of that. They are so strong because the trees are real when it all happened, but the stones are fantasy, they're a figure of speech when the other person is gone and after all your thoughts ... There's pleasure in reading a subtle and complete pattern like that ... Should I get pleasure out of such a sad story, just because of the way it's told? I guess a fellow poet has an excuse for that!