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The Tree

 

The tree where first we met

shaded us as I fell into your arms

giddy and spent, after you chased me

round it till I could run no more.

Squeals and laughter brought the

envy of onlookers as they spied our

perfect, private, public moment

tussling in the leaves…

 

All the world’s a stage.

 

Our tree in spring was vibrant green

and burgeoning with promise as we

picnic’d beneath it discussing all

our hopes, plans and dreams.

We happily languished in the

euphoria that is new love.

 

The tree, our tree, is barren now…

Under wet gray skies I cling to it

for support, lest I collapse into a pile

as you walk away with the pieces

of my heart.

Broken and hollow …I delicately trace

our initials once carved with enthusiasm

into the bark with all the others.

 

It occurs to me how many love stories

this tree must have seen play out…

I can only hope none of them have

ended as tragically as ours.

 

© 11/26/2013

Dani Heart

 

 

 

 

 

 

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