tree

day seven

today,

just to see the boy

under the tree,

i went back to that park

where i knew he'd be

in place of the boy,

under the tree

there was a letter

adressed to me

in ink, he wrote:

dear girl,

who watched me sit under a tree

i just couldnt survive

and i am no longer alive

please don't cry,

i am happy now

can't you see?

lots of love from me,

the boy who sat under a tree

even though

he told me not to

i sat and cried.

for the boy,

who sat under the tree,

made me realize

how sad someone can

truly be