Slowly decaying.

Our willow tree

Remember when?

When you and I would lay under that tree,

That willow tree.

Down by the river,

The river that washed our sins away.

The leaves that always grew back after the winter.

The sun rays peaking through the branches,

Prying their way though.

The moons craters always in the same place.

The river, the leaves, the sun rays and moon craters.

They've seen it all.

All of it from us.

The willow tree,

The willow tree that we gave a name to.

And I told you to name is something unholy,

Because Lord knows it has seen everything we've ever done.

Everything you have ever done.

We marked it as ours because it was always in our veins.

We marked it as ours because the splinters were in our hearts and skulls.

We marked it as ours because our souls are tied like crimson ribbons to the roots.

Remember when?

When you and I,

Would share our secrets.

Secrets that we would take to grave,

And make sure they were buried six feet deep,

Under that willow tree.

Remember when?

When you showed me your scars,

And your eyes welled up with tears.

That night I stayed with you,

Under that willow tree.

Holding you,

Holding you and your sad swollen soul.

Watching the way your eye color changed in the moon light,

Changing to the gray color of cloudy days.

That night while I was with you,

I watched as that willow tree bloom.

I watched as the river flowed slowly taking the willows tree leaves along with it.

I watched as the craters on the moon slowly went down,

And I watched as the sun rays peaked over that horizon,

Just like your fingers stretching across my left hand.

Remember when?

When you and I would lay under that tree?

Our tree...