This tree is a reminder Of the one you sat under with me That night in the rain The first day we met Now all I want Is cut it down, limb by limb And stand above it Broken on the ground And as I do I want to sing "Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole" That prophesy from 5 years ago I never realised until right now And I would find comfort in its death I could smile at its demise Or maybe I would rather it die Just like you did Or maybe my illusion of you has Like its auburn leaves as they fall Like your morals Your compassion Your empathy All lie unmoving at your feet This tree reminds me That I'm not as invincible as I thought That there is lightning And I'm susceptible to a hit That could destroy me That change is beyond inevitable It's constant I want to sing with someone beautiful For the assurance that it would hurt you I liked you For who I thought you were My age old infatuation with perception Bested again Blame my inconsistency Or my unwillingness to change Blame me for going away And never saying goodbye Blame me for mistaking you For someone you're not Well I'll tell you who I thought you were I thought you were my keeper My ever capable protector My loving thinker and creator Well I can tell you what you're not: There (Photo: Storytales in the Forest No. 2 by Freddie Ardley)
