Short Poem Written Hastily

I'm not sure how, I'm not sure why.
I came to wattpad, i thought I'd try.
to write a poem for you all.
So I may stop myself to fall.

One day late, and a dollar short
I love it so, is my retort
I don't like ghosts of memories past
so I let the kettle steam up the glass

As i have on foot pressed to the door
my bodies here, but my mind is gone before
They know it's time I must be going
for you see the tears for me a flowing

I final thought before I leave
my thoughts you see are like the trees
The branches reach high to breeze
and the roots below are high degrees.