Poem: Tree

The day I want to see has been the day that will never be.

The things that made me happy, are now the ones that make nothing worth it.

I try to remember what brought me here.

The only thing I can think about is you.

The seeds that you planted in my heart are finally starting to grow.

The only problem is you are not the one who watered them.

You left before you could have a chance.

So now someone else is benefiting from your tree.

I wish it was you, but suddenly you had to go.

Then I had to leave.

You will always be the roots of my tree.

Someone else had to watch them grow.