Out there, alone

The tree in the garden
stand solomn and alone,
as though it were waiting for
someone, or something, to
notice it.
It looks like my heart.

The edges, dead and dying,
turn a murky shade of brown,
with the inner core,
young and green, unexposed
to life.
Hidden from hurt and pain.

Someday it will happen,
and the lifeful centre will
turn into the lifeless outside,
with nothing left to
care about.
That torrent of emotion

that rages inside anyone
who has ever loved, who has
ever wanted to give up
everything
for that special someone.
It never ends.

I'll let you fall, like the
leaves of that tree have done;
floating gently to the frozen ground,
only to find a cold,
lonely spot.
There's no warmth left.

16.04.08