via Daily Prompt: Tree
Up up and away she would climb
Away into the branches of the wise old sycamore sedentary at the end of her street
A street that would go by the name of Lovers Lane
This name was sensible, as a result of the surplus of lovers who would rendezvous under the wise old tree
Though it never made sense to her
Why they would linger at the bottom, sharing kisses and conversing in hushed tones
She had never rendezvoused with any boys underneath the watchful branches of the old sycamore tree at the end of Lovers Lane
Instead she climbed
Climbed away her worries and endeavors
Climbed away her sorrows and her fears
There at the top she threw her hands high in the sky and let the wind carry her hair away from her face
Let the wind carry away her worries, endeavors, her sorrows and fears
And once she was done
On the last climbable branch
And while she sat, she thought
About all the foolish boys and girls who were missing out on one of life’s simplest pleasures
A pleasure that was learned only at the top of the wise old sycamore sedentary at the end of Lovers Lane
The ability to be alone
But to not feel alone.
I’m writing this letter to let you know that I’m saying my final farewell.
Not for you, or us, but for me.
Physically, you’ve been gone for quite sometime.
Mentally, thoughts of you have been overwhelming.
But things have got to change.
Because this is the first day of my life,
That I’m not going to let you to hold me down.
No longer am I going to allow myself to be dismal about things out of my control.
You’re a chapter in my life that’s been closed for awhile,
Now it’s time for me to continue the story.
Life can be hard sometimes. Life can also be easy. But the difficulty of living fluctuates as we live on and on until the day we die. No one knows for sure what happens then. No one knows the difficulty of death. People like to think that they know, and maybe they even do. I sure as hell don’t know and don’t expect to until the time comes. Maybe it’s nothing, but it could be everything.
the sadness comes in waves, rushing into my heart and drowning it
missing you comes in raindrops turning into a hurricane, my tears mimicking the storm
im not sure why you were dropped into my life at such an unfortunate age of only 15 or why you made such an impact on my life, heart, body and mind
but you were and you did
and like all good things, we came to an end
leaving me to wonder if you were just a taste of the love out there waiting for me to find
or if we just met at an unforgiving time
i guess only time will tell
what an unfair fate; to experience such a raw emotion, such a heartbreaking love
maybe in another life ill find you
a broken heart in love could only dream a dream so beautiful and hope that it come true
you’re addicting but I’ve been sober far too long to fall back into old ways
they say it takes 17 or so days to break a habit and I guess you could say it’s been broken but that fails to explain why I haven’t stopped missing your laugh?
my lonely heart still aches for you and your voice, which is a familiar sound
you feel like home and I can’t shake the feeling that’s where I’m supposed to be
I figure that’s another habit thing
there are so many things I’d like to say to you until I remember why it’d be a waste of breathe
I guess some things are better left unsaid
and some loves, like ours, are better left dead