I weep like the willow
With each passing day,
The storm never weathers
But just drifts me away.
There is no life in these old branches
Yet I still seem to grow.
The pain of the soil
Rotting beneath my toes.

You were planted beside me
That great oak tree,
You shaded me and nurtured,
Without an asking of anything.
Your roots are tangled with mine,
We could be one tree.

Today I awoke and you were not with me.
They chopped you down,
So far into the ground.
Only a stomp remains in this vast lawn.

You’re gone now and I still remain,
Why did they not chop me down too?
These roots want to die and tangle up inside.
The pain is to great as I watch you whither away.
I hold on to theses roots in hope that you will stay.

Alas you are gone but at least your seed still remain.
Your seeds and mine grow still today.
You’re gone but we are still,
Together all the same.

( A poem by the love of my life)

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