shit my brain spewed out

something i wrote a while ago but never published

They sat down on one side of the tree
to discuss their troubles with no one.
The first sentence was choked out like vomit.
"I hate being alone.."
The others flowed off their tongue, and they couldn't seem to stop it.
They confessed all their troubles to the tree, thinking no one was there.
To their surprise
a voice replied,
"I wish you well."
They stood up, and turned around.
To find
that nothing
was there.

They came back weeks later,
to talk again.
They felt as though they hadn't had a friend.
The voice came back,
and in a whisper,
said, "I am your friend."
They smiled.

They had many conversations with that voice in the tree.
Countless songs of laughter, tears of relief.
They had found a safe haven.
But one day, the voice wasn't there,
and it's place
stood a hanged person.
They knew they couldn't be the bearer of the voice, reported and dismissed it.

The voice never came back,
but no matter when,
even when it'd died,
they always
come back
to the tree.