The rot has festered too long in my favorite tree.
Help has come too late – it’s dying, right before me -
Even the strongest oak withered to this degree.
I did what I thought was best, and chopped it down.
Now it couldn’t spread further – it had to be done.
Forget the groans as it fell to the unforgiving ground,
Erasing the years of memories we’d shaped together,
Crashing down the hopes of childhood I’d wished to relive.
Though viewing the stump I noticed the decayed center -
It let me feel justified, but I almost would’ve rather fallen,
Overcome the weakened branches just to plummet.
Now then we could’ve been together, forever forgotten.
Over time that idea became a devoted infection -
Forging anew a broken, now transformed connection.
Growing older myself, but you look the same when I sleep,
Reliving a life with you that never did come to pass.
Instead of living for you, I let this poisoned loss seep,
Everything in me yearns to just tear it out - alas -
For better or worse, it’s burrowed far too deep.
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