Unsweetened Thoughts

Her.

Of course,

she was sitting at her tree again.

She loved that tree,

it meant so much to her.

She, 

was crying.

Her tears were flowing,

her sobs were quiet, 

and her breathing was rapid.

She, 

was hurting.

And he,

was watching.

He wanted to approach her,

he wanted to talk to her,

but

he wasn't sure how.

Would she even acknowledge him?

The thought of her not even acknowledging his presence,

hurt.

It hurt a fucking a lot.

She was sad

and

He was sad.