this was my tree
not yours

the one i would sit under
and discover
the one i would sit under
and cry
the one i would sit under
and wonder

when
when
when would you
sit beside

this was my tree
not yours

the one i would sit under
and contemplate
the one i would sit under
and absorb
the one i would sit under
and communicate

with the universe
and wonder

when
when
when would you
sit beside

this was my tree
you sat here
beside me
with words
of love
with words
of passion

without a word
you decided
to leave

this is my tree
it’s leaves
breathe
the same air
it’s strength
is rooted deep
so that i may lean

this is my tree
through every season
it stands tall
and i
no longer
wait
or
wonder
when
…………when
…………………..when

this is my tree
not yours
the one i would sit under
and sing
the one i would sit under
and read poetry
the one i would sit under
and dream